Lyrics:
off let me kno wen it drop
I had to stop falling for bitches dat pussy so good she had me up under a rock
She use to get her lil friends to send her da
next to Bill Clinton mother cuz she fuck wit the Chinese
They hit niggas wit heron, there's 14 of us
Beamers, won't stop pitchin' the Chevron
It's packed
You don't know about my feelings cause I keep em' inside
Said the love was always real but it ain't deeper then mine
Let a nigga play wit me, that's
Yeah just a lil further
Granddaddy I miss ya
I grabbing my neighbor by the hand
Enough wit the murder
And I Know that we can still make it to Zion
the farms be
Well let that nigga slide, bullshittin', got it on me
And we gon spank his ass, they gon hang him by his shoe strings
Choppa in his feelings, lil
receive, if you got tha green
By any necessary means, sellin mission,
But if you think you see me wanna try
Hoppin' off in ya ride, tha night if tha bird,
track for da pussy
She wanna fuck me kause I'm really dat
Backwoods full of pressure we smokin on cookie
I do dat hit by myself I don't need niggas wit
official up there and it's stuck there betta hope the Lord with you lil nigga
Death wished on me by many men
Put them boys in a tree like sum timberland
Toni
Hey Lil? Jon, know we tell these boys
When they campin' out with the blunt, right?
We tell ?em puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff,
raised me proper if you play with my lift then I'm a up this yoppa
Stop that weak bitches got to stop that she was all on the internet popping till we came
feel
I gotta learn ta take it easy man
Lookin all scruffy I gotta a couple greys showin
These lil boys out here playin wit it man
Can't never question my
wouldn't do it to
Yea
Let me show you something
Stop making all them assumptions
I ain't like the rest man I know just how you feel
Baby I'm just tryna treat
community we watch fights and it really don't bother me
Sadamized by poverty
Cause nobody think bout our babies
Cause nobody thinkin bout our babies
Keep it a hundred I'm one of the best
Could see da shit on me didn't come here to flex
Balencis look chunky da ones wit da "s"
I been getting money
to you live and direct
Just wanted to get a lil somethin off of my chest
Time to reflect, where being the best
Wasn't defined by yo pockets or amount
yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol 'cause it stay by me
(Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin' to see
(Uh-huh)
and Thugs)
Ghost Ryda. bitch!
Double up, bubble pop, get guap, dont stop, when the cops hit the spot
Wit the glocks
Once again the block is hot, but we keep
come wit barrels on 'em
And dem hugs come wit hammers on em
That's why I always keep a hammer on me
When you loyal then you wierd
Being scandalous
everytime I drop
Makin' hits after hits, no, I won't stop
Lil' kids to adults, homey, rappin' my songs
If you thought J.D. wrote this, you wrong
If you
loose screws
Fuck about me rapping I'll boom
Told lil bro to keep his ratchet, we can't lose
The lil circle I stay wit, no they don't play about me (play
his car if he spin on some bull shit
Hop on dis beat bitch I’m back on some cool shit
Get in my way you get hit wit a pool stick
Just me by myself
that "Peaches & Cream"
I'm a put that p-p-pussy on top
And ride that dick non stop till it drop
Miss Trina fin to make it, make it get hot
Come over here
' mamas
Came a long way wit all of my boys
I remember the drip was Aeropostale
Explain to me how you could stop someone nigga when
No one can stop you?
on a jet
But I'm still sharp like a needle and thread
She leave when I'm headed out but I get head
Gas turned me a zombie I feel like the undead
Up wit
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