Lyrics:
reverse to let Herman know that she wished that the baby was his. And that's how I know she still speaks to Herman and she never told me but implied it so
the secret potion
It's not too hard
You either have it or you don't
Make a habit on your own
Or get tricked by every rabbit in its hole
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Bash
got high
Graduated to some papers and a few four fives
None of us crossed the stage
But we still got by
Had to hustle had to grind turned
A nickel
You see I smash on you pussies and creep with the thugs
I got a T-shirt that say "Weed is not drugs"
I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
Three
we all
Just headed for doom?
Still consumed by the beast?
And I know there'll never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol
When I walk the streets
‘Cause
stay bout geeked, then a bitch, type shit that make you sick
You trippin', make me slide. Cause baby, I'm from grimey, L.B
Yeah, that city by the sea,
on fire but my heart on froze
Fuck that push back nigga gotta shake back people all around but I still be alone
Wait
9 by my side yea I keep that
Niggas
Smokin on this good weed
I got good wood bitch
It's aye bee bitch
Baby you can call me mama
Pussy still bomb
like sadam and osama
If you wonder where I
outly, whippin the hantle clinch fisted
Don't get it twisted, I'm livin and dyin by the biscuit
But I risk it, I mean my life, I sacrifice
So fuck y'all
and play the game, get mad and change
Then you wonder why these muthafuckas call you names
Still lookin' for a way out, and that's okay
I can see you
For what it's worth motherfucker know your worth
Been talking my shit since earth's date of birth
Paid off judges
Bozo's with badges
Bash all their
some?
Baby Joe yeah that’s my family
He gon face some
(VL Deck)
Army guns for niggas that think they want it
Beefin’ with the precinct
The opposition
fuckin' cappin'
I'm smokin' za pack, out the O, he was a stepper but got stepped on
That other rapper his big bro, it been a year we still ain't vanished
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
Fucked up, you can tell by my eyelids
Since way back, been smokin' on hybrids
In maybachs, still riding, no license
Don't chase that gold on me like Midas
scar, baby
Said I've been goin' through somethin' different, it's not a heartache
You got emojis, by my name, none of em' heart shape
You try to tell me
surreal
I’m way older and way bolder but still addicted to thrills
I’ve been smokin tryina calm my nerves I know nicotine kills
Her name make me
Say, Rih-Rih, let's take this shit to the street one-time, you know? (It's the remix)
Throwin' hundreds like loose change, still got my money (ayy)
Clone, clone a young nigga and still flop
I buy pints by the two, no Pac
Baby, pass me the hookah
Baby, pass me the hookah
Baby, pass me the hookah
Girl I showed you all of my sides
Treat you wrong, then treat you right
Always standin' by my side
But I gotta leave tonight
Still baby girl, you got
right beside me
Fuck they talkin bout I'll never do you grimy
Heaven on the way if you're still aligning
Smokin on this gas higher than a nose bleed
Pull up in the '97 Benz (baby, get up in)
Sexy with that fire truck red (with the windows tinted)
Smokin' while I cruise through the valley (you so
something fly for my lady
I'ma go and cop it cause I love her that's my baby
Swag rap like a nigga in the navy
I'm wavy
Smokin' on something that's grapey
get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race
Some try to hold on to there place by smokin' with lace
But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna
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