Lyrics:
don't love a nigga when I got no bands
Remember
I couldn't sleep tryna switch up the weather
For real
Can't be in drought make it rain in December
Yessir
I'm balln' like I'm posed to money in the bank
Wanna get on my level but they flo'n they know they can't
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint,
I'm balln' like I'm posed to money in the bank
Wanna get on my level but they flo'n they know they can't
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint,
get real hot
And we can't be boys after you change Yeah nigga we still opps
You a leopard that pussy in you will never change yea I still spot
And I
your corner playing with your flapper
Let me station this g wagon I'm hitting the G spot
Here take this pencil and remember don't let it hit you
Before
Can't no nigka that use to fwm say i ain't keep tha shit G
Cant no freak out here say I ain't have her skeetin all over them sheets
Remember I ain't have
by my Lonely
I get it in first try, Kobe
I can't believe you think you can come to me
And compete with the G.O.A.T in this fuckin' league
You a geek,
wine
Ho no shota re dine
I can spend the whole day ke mmotsa o fine
Super rare not easy to find
Everyday o hijacker my mind
Still remember the day
Little nigga and Puff, or caught a spot with a nine
Hand all sticky, my tires is all Mickey
She kissing on my neck, I'm too black for a hickey
I'm still
I stopped
yeah the chain remains plus you a part of my link
they fucked up by givin you too much time to think
I remember your release and we met
college students bring your Ouijas'
Check the spellin', R E F U G E E get the CD from Sam Goody
You ain't even close wit the rhymes that you wrote
Don't be
hate me but i got too many g's behind my shoulders
Always been deleting all my oops like when a rat getting eat by a cobra
I've been growing so fast in
kids are praying for ya
And God still has you in his plan
But I see you no longer a fan, Man
Why can't I reach your soul
Or have you sold it already
cheese and to-ma-to (to)
Fuck is that? Especially for niggas that will pay no
Attention to instructions, like they still wan' disobey y'all
Wonder twin
motivated by those who made it without a gimmick
Remember days when we made them plays out the Honda Civic
Tryna make paper, I'm passenger while my partner
power
I can still smell the gun powder
Hit a lick, fifty-fifty shit, go sour
Hey, I remember it yesterday
It was a long day
Bickin' it at the spot
cant fuck with no fake niggas, cause we shredded the tops
Opps still, getting mixed with the dank, Sprinkle some grubba to make that thang hot
Bob
you're walkin', aim straight and keep goin'
The rhymes are ?gumblin'? and the tribe is still, flowin'
Fo'-deep in the G-ride... (G-ide, G-ride..)
Tryna
flys by
Where the hell it went
Been to hell and back
Intense I gotta glimpse
When you swimming
With the sharks
You can't hang with shrimps
Been heart
Blues"
And if H2O is still water
And G-A T-E is still gate
What we're getting ready to deal
On is the Watergate Blues (Rated X)
Let me see if I can
Dial
guys
And so you ask about the god DO
I'm top notch holdin my spot gun by my crotch
You think not I'm respected and feared around here
And so I must
killed them
I'm the reason they still alive
They should be thanking me for the way I can lyrically gift them life
I'm a lyrical genius
Or possessed by
by G's
The impact of the pump hitting break you down to your knees
Rather murder the drum kick and act a clown on these beats
And I'll hail all these
want to spoil me
My honey annoits me with oils G
After work she greets me, and treats me like royalty
Works with me, giving herself, by my side
She
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