Lyrics:
No, you ain't
Check
Throw it back for a thick boy
I'm opp fast, still opp last
Your baby rappin' on hits, boy
This offshore, kinda smart,
TSIt's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
8BStraight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
TSAtlanta to Houston, we still doin it like
Only saw you once a fortnight at of all of them you had to choose that day
To Bible bash evangelizing in the street
Looking like a tramp who collected
heart, baby know that I'm keepin' it
You and me two-seater
Meet me in the back and I'm smokin' on Reefah
Seen that appeal and I'm gon' have to meet ya
She
Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks
Rich crack baby, now I'm smokin' kush with my mom and dad on a yacht
Same hood fucked my mom
we're from
Detroit baby
You got 15 seconds to get this seat now
We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(Who's your
you'll see
Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P, where you at?
[The L.O.X.]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You know we still in the hood dog, in front of the store
something in my eyes!
Make my own lullabies so I can tell my babies why...
I can't save myself...
By myself its hard
We on that shit that make you wanna
a flower some days I get a bucket
Don't celebrate me in private then try to bash me in the public
I'm still here and I love it
Loose ends you gotta cut em
high dunk it down down flight white
Smokin grade A give me A with the face
That's a A-plus
Been getting dough
Been rolling Rotis
Baby Stop acting like
Yeah mane, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song, man
Like a damn rapper
Ah man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn
In '09,
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
I asked you 'would you still love me' baby yes you do
I can't go
Never meant to leave you baby can we take it slow
I couldn't feel myself steady lost
whippin' in that V12
Baby, I'm up
I can't decide what I think is right
Think I'm fallin' then I end up
Goin' ghost again
I think I'm fine
I hurt by design
too deep
I'm going to the top but that shit so steep
We Smokin Zaza we ain't smokin OG
These niggas talk money but they talk so cheap
And yeah I'm
really I'm grateful (Ella)
(Maybach Music)
I'm still here lookin' through the window
Watchin' the days go by
Watchin' the sun rise
Why don't you
start like this
New bitch is high-yellow, stay over there by Longfellow
Had a baby by a small fellow
But I never see him pull up, car mellow, uh
Smokin
the Pisa (ayy)
Still don't give no fuck if that bitch won't cut (ayy), nigga check my piece up (ayy)
We pour the drank by the liter
I need a strap for
scary for the king, he made the sufferin go by Mario
You win, take these peasants and get the fluck outta my area
More villains, still in heat, didn't
Memphis, to Oakland
Straight smokin' baby, fryin' em up fat
Atlanta to Houston, we still doin' it like this
Yea, New York to L.A.
Beyitch
Hah, that's
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
'em boom so bash and bruise
And confuse 'em, wait a minute did I lose 'em?
I'ma put it down baby, fuck these kids
I will splash 'em and ask 'em who
ain't taking shit from me
Big Drac' knock the food out his stomach
Smokin' gas, I'm high as a plane
I got rich, I ain't even playing
I'm still in the trap
the hills, smokin' woods that kills Really do this shit for real
Feel like I'm runnin' this shit, still Grew up trench baby, for real
In the hood with a few
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