Lyrics:
pull up on Holmes rd
Gotta watch that nigga cuz he comin like the popo
Betta watch ya bitch I got game by the boatload
Foot on they necks money bags in
a big pappy
Girl look good she got a lil' ump
Nothin' like a dumpster but got junk in the trunk
No need to dump her if she got what you want
I'm not one
pappy
Girl look good & she got a lil' ump
Nothin' like a dumpster but got junk in the trunk
No need to dump her if she got what you want
& I'm not one
these pages still can't say I'm different, no
I know you quick to tweet, stay out my mentions ho (Look)
I gotta breathe, Lord come stop this bleeding,
have a son?” The Performer asks. The Chemist gives an awkward look.
“Oh yeah that...” he chuckles. “Well let’s listen.”
The Performer swipes his red
to your face when you go to LA
Lil boy we not playing, Lil boy we not playing
Look at your Mama She fading
Look at my diamonds they raining huh
Look at my
Rosa
I had to see the bigger picture over look the posers
Remember being broke but it ain't broke me it just woke me
Now my pockets need a epipen cuz
honey plus all of my jewelry look like a hydrant
I tell lil homie hit you for the package and info to see what your ass be providing
I got this water
of this madness, look at the level where it almost had us
It's been a year I still don't know our status, all I know is my lil' baby the baddest
Stack up
Knowing damn well we ain't even rock like that We used to be close how it stop like that?
Talking shit in them songs and I ain't drop shit back
Look
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By
It'll be all right
Don't listen to their lies
Don't catch on to their vibes babeh
Look 'em in the eyes
And then wave goodbye babeh
I told you not
Okay kool
Youngin' ‘bout his business.
Young Hustle Young Money,
Youngin got the vision.
Listen up.
Counting 20s never was enough I had to switch it
we went and got Methrone, but of course it's the Ying yang twins
(chorus)
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Any way you
the pros
Dats intrigued by my flows
And dey c Zoe keep it G everywhere he go
The hustle don't stop
Til the casket door drop
Only got 1 spot
But it boom
I'm abouta act ah ass hole go get some toilet paper
Boy I'm bouta act ah ass go get me so charmin
Nigga tried to rob me choppa hit em like some karma
View Lyrics: Mic Rob ~ BTD Outro
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Viewing lyrics for Mic Rob ~ BTD Outro by MiC RoB.
Versace versace sirchie sirchie
Hottest in
turns worthless
And the bankers fucking laugh
Ask the fed to provide liquidity
Till the balance sheet looks like
A meme coin graph
You see inflation robs
left me now
'Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how
Oh
It started off, we were two peas in the pod
Motivated by love with
left me now
'Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how
Oh
It started off, we were two peas in the pod
Motivated by love with
Batman and Robin
Just like the ring to the Hobbit
The forces can't stop it
Skin look like we just flew in from the tropics
On Aladdin's magic carpet
Body
Yeah, we back on some shit, got in the damn streets, huh
She only got two fingers, gave me the peace, huh
Said it's me, I can't fuck with her, stop
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
it
Shit, I'm here now, where it's at?
I'm there now, when I walk through the club
The real have stare-downs
And I walk by, lil nigga play the short guy
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