Lyrics:
these tricks it's too late
[TS] It's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
[8B] Straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
[TS]
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
still
Think you need these fuck boys
Baby, I'm the boy
I'm the boy to be your fuck toy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But just remember one thing baby
I'm smokin' on some bomb weed
Gotta get my prey on, I'm lookin' for a freak in the sheets you can find me
Baby come and take off, I'm headed to the spot
how you go from Baby Bash to Baby Boy?
Niggas don't play by the rules no more
Gotta realize what the movement's for
Full potential need to find your
like "hell yea she's my baby"
"She's mine and I don't need a single goddamn, replacement"
She's why I felt so confident like goddamn, I made it
She still
future babies, need money for future problems
They comin' I gotta solve 'em,
They hatin' I go and pop 'em yeah,
Ain't smokin' hash no more I'm only
Packin' snubs, smokin' weed all day bud life
Can't fuck wit it baby
It's the 'unfadable', confrontation with 'I' is consequential
Me and Slush "The
Packin' snubs, smokin' weed all day bud life
Can't fuck wit it baby
It's the 'unfadable', confrontation with 'I' is consequential
Me and Slush "The
Packin' snubs, smokin' weed all day bud life
Can't fuck wit it baby
It's the 'unfadable', confrontation with 'I' is consequential
Me and Slush "The
Packin' snubs, smokin' weed all day bud life
Can't fuck wit it baby
It's the 'unfadable', confrontation with 'I' is consequential
Me and Slush "The
A legend is born from a champion standing on any obstacle in his path
Dreams become realities and nightmares still go untold
Yet the souls of kings
From the very first day on the scene
(I'm down)
Even if they all started hating me
(still down) i'm a keep being me that's
Why they still come around
Take it from me, when you roll, make sure it's that indo
Pressure on me, and you know, I'm smokin' on indo
Lighter on me, bitch in my ride, smell it
kin be smokin
I can tell you hopin for a quiet place to overdose
Like
Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah
Said I still got
Just a little bit of weed in the ziploc
Baby why you still got all them clothes on
Show you why a nigga smokin' so strong
Me and lame niggas we don't get along
Did it by myself I got my
Baby why you still got all them clothes on
Show you why a nigga smokin' so strong
Me and lame niggas we don't get along
Did it by myself I got my
of potention shit
you know they hurtin in my section
yet a hustle gets depressing laws on the streets holla at the chief
and still can't get a blessing
they
its hard
You supposed to stay around
Baby girl!
Im lovin all yo passion
I dont mean to bash it
Im just tryin to get it
Out here in the street
Along with that I got my baby that's unique right by my side
Locking me right in the cart taking my life out for a ride
(Yeah) Look baby see we're real
the children die
Bitch made police, and the brutality
Prozac and Ritalin, that ain't what we need
And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed
(Bizzy)
Babies
Franklin
Lookin' like I'm famous, Rollie all stainless
Uncle Larry Juice by the cases
She knew it was me from the pricey-ass fragrance
Real 90's baby, I
Uh uh uh. Still ain't ready yet.
Uh uh uh. Niggaz still ain't ready yet.
Uh uh uh.
I hits the corner on three Daytonaz
Wit a bad ass bitch
He's smokin' demonic cronic, eyes red, his mind is illogic
Poppin' pillies on top of it, his head is still rottin' with
The perversion, a curseful
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