Lyrics:
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks
From here to Palm Beach
I'm puttin rappers in the wheelchair
Big L is the villain you still fear
Cause
(Smokin' Trix)
Fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me
Pussy ass niggas wanna hate me
Got your baby mama tryin' to date me
You
Wolves out, baby
My barrel lean like thorazine
Like reverend king, cream like
Cartel spark reel, y'all in the mezzanine
Women at the shot ball,
plus that bitch fed
I get her for half of everything plus some of that smokin' head
So what the fuck? You'se a duck. Nigga spend your flow
leave you done
New opp, it’s still RIP Baby
Old opps, we still smokin' on Shaney
It's a good day, we gon' beat on his baby
Throw up MB and just watch how
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
by nice shit
That a cuff uh nigga up fuck a nightstick
Hold my hand feel the chill on my nice wrist (that's my fucking baby)
Give me a reason
the squad, nigga shots fired
Thugger daughter motherfuckin' tired (My niece)
Baby bottles, ain't no babies cryin' (Drank)
Hit 'em if he cross the gun line
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Every morning when I wake up, uh, money on my
start, cold hearted droppin' punk names
You run thangs? Maybe, in your back yard
You act hard round here you gonna get smacked hard
Baby bash cross
some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is
Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that
some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is
Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that
sad, dude
I still don't know if this baby is mine or not
So when he's born, who's gonna be the fuckin' dad? You?
2021 by BGourd
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Created
Oct 6, 2021
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Man don't teach me in my suit
No leather skin I come
I'm smokin dope
Hoes goin crazy
On the money train now they wanna have my baby
Shootin and scoring
Internet shop dot com Ralph Lauren
Weed
Smokin' 'till I fade away, best believe I'll be okay
You can break my heart, but I'll still love you even through the pain
God is forever my glory
Hit an instant transmission to her bed
She call me deku but still give me head
You cant pull on heart strings inside I'm dead
No love of my life got
where the gown
Smokin' cookie by the pound
Catch him lookin', gun him down
Nigga, we don't fuck around
We really have a paper
Middle fingers to a hater
We
bitches' time
Uh, come back next year, baby
2022, get you a wig in your hair
What the fuck, bitch? Okay
(ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire)
My bitch
rollin' up on the road, heatin' up like a stove
Gettin' old like Logan, smokin', sippin' mimosas
Bitches' trippin' up on me, smokin' one by my lonely
Takin'
winnin' I'm still dickin' down these bitches
I don't trust nan nigga since I was young Still got a trust issue, Glock 17
Stick hanging right outta my
Be like that, it just be like that
Baby tell me why it's gotta be like that
Be like that, it just be like that
Baby tell me why it's gotta be like
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