Lyrics:
not my friend
He playin' greedy with the bitch, come get your mans
Durag activity, huh-huh
Durag activity, huh-huh
Durag activity, huh-huh
Durag
Tell me whatcha and that’s how it’s gon' be
She got fed up with the women on me
Comin/in and out my phone was a Pimp a OG
She conflicted don’t know
one that I really know
And You know I know no other one apart from You Flowz hun
She said ‘I may be out of My mind
When I need You by my side
Leave all
Love, if you the whiskey that I need Can I be the love that you need
She texted my phone, but I can't do it, I'm hanging with the bros (bros)
And you
jackin'
With the drop-off point (yo what the deal nigga)
You backed out, I fuckin WITNESSED it
And have partners have to split shit with
(Nah, pay
now
Find out if it's really worth the trouble
Kicking back, I'm in my bubble
Steppin', stompin' in a puddle
I've been real cool as of lately, I been
with me green dot you, he poppin' out a Bentley (go)
The gangster lane not for you, baby boy, you movin' fishy (talk to 'em)
Drop it off on my young
hold up
Never thought Ice Cube would show up
But I'm in the studio gettin' fucked up
With a beat from Battlecat, a nigga lucked up
I got my hustle
by the pad
And walk on my marble floor
Just to say you blew with the remarkable
[Warren G]
Listen to me baby doll
I'm hated by many, loved by 213
political my scales were never digital
I'm a normal cat from Irving, TX with no pedestal
I just know consistency as much as I know quality
Dranny would be
like a bee
Good reflexes like you knocked at the knee
X'd out defeat, you, I delete
My boots from Greece made with feathers from geese
Counting loose
Gonna dance with my darlin'
With a hold in her stockin'
Dance by the light of the moon
Ooh, by the light, by the light, of the silvery moon
We gonna
fast fuckin with jigga
I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga
When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it
till you try
straight up with
Kinds of make up
'cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream
"Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see it's you
Bullets
don't associate wit suckas
Hop in the booth and
Spit the real and
Now love us
Now They Love Us
Somehow they find a way hate
Still rock out with my
of the stu tryna get my lil nut
How the fuck the nigga turn the silver into gold
When Im steppin out I make a bad bitch pose
Ima give these pussy nigga
rise
Baby we onna' rise
How you gone stop me I promise just get out the way
God on my side like the way you keep Nina but more in my heart you keep yours
to the death of me, I'ma be reppin' that shit, rapping on instrumentals
All my brothers be steppin' with Benzos and Beamers my nigga that shit not a rental
In
steppin fresh up out the hummer
Got a lot of cash on me, I'm a number one stunner.
In the middle of the winter, make it feel like summer,
What I'm doin?
and tears in this shit
Gave me no losses, out in this field, getting hits
Far from the finish, my people still in the sticks
Breakthrough is coming, baby we
November, beatin' on my meat
Typin' out the rhymes by the sheet
Money on my mama, we gon' succeed
Scary Mary, that bitch won't stop starin'
Grab that gram by
for xan
I know that these niggas they not gonna slide
That little nigga said that he trappin'
He lied
I'm steppin' on purp in my Margiela slide
Scoo got
Picasso with the bars
She's well put together like a piece by Gershwin
Renaissance style, tonight is picture perfect
So smile, and pack your bags real
Picasso with the bars
She's well put together like a piece by Gershwin
Renaissance style, tonight is picture perfect
So smile, and pack your bags real
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