Lyrics:
I'll find out who you sent by
Lessen my intentions with a mention of the bedtime
If I had a bad time, will I tell my friend's wire?
It might be
blindfolded on the couch
Give me the loot
Give me the loot 'fore I shoot
Rip a tooth and your tonsils too
Exit out your neck bone, man, your shit gone
Niggas
settle my demands
I'm screaming the world is yours
Why I hold it here in my hands
For whatever you think of me
Just know that it's growth till the death
(boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hand in hand crack commerce
Check out my arm work, my wrist work, Arm & Hammer the mixture
Lord (Lord, boom, boom, boom,
Hop out the whip with my mind on the money I'ma get
I could stretch 4 stories off a brick
I aint tryin' to be lit
I'm tryna use the time that I get
this road
We cruisin', I love the way we ride
Bump my favourite music when I've got you by my side
We cruisin'
Hand on your thigh
With your arms in
(Running wild)
Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride
Trying to make the most of my hustle
(I gotta hustle)
Been there, done that, so I can live out
your ass on ice skates
Puff puff and I hardly pass
Cough coughing up shards of glass
Coming out sharp, verbal attack
Buried the hatchet, but I come back
your light
A promising refining, of no greater timing
Casting out the darkness, a divine fulfilment
Bringing all completeness
Stretch your mighty hand
matched by wicked arts
And still remains his hardened heart
You have some evil purpose before your face
Stretch out your arm, that there be darkness over
will never find out if you don't ask em, Is we tagging?
[Chorus]
If your ass is fat and you know it, clap your hands
Wearing those pants, I'll be
shit
Stretch Auroras in Florida
Kilo's comin out of water
Watch me slaughter
Take your daughter over yo
Space shit
Boat across your shit
Cargo
and out I go
I'ma stroke it slow
Don't tell me no
Whoa
Girl can you imagine gettin' on top of me
Having the time of yo life with a G
Hands look
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
behoove them to do so
It's like this if you start a riff with me
You gonna leave with your eye patched like Ricky D
Or the Raiders logo, I'ma get in yo ass
how we stretch our
need out through the way of things, like salt?
cookin's relation to moanin' has already been
established as having hurt too
on and get low, and I never fumble
Make ya throw your hands up when
I bring in the zone
So if it's on, it's on, shit
I'm takin' you home
I got my home dog out
hand
Say that they made you but
You brought your own leash
Tell me no more, no
Tell me no more
No-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ah
Outside
By the drift
You
in the chair
Doin' pumps like it's all good and dandy
Still gettin' gobbled up by Candy in the Banshee
'Member when Ricky sent his mans to come
in the chair
Doin' pumps like it's all good and dandy
Still gettin' gobbled up by Candy in the Banshee
'Member when Ricky sent his mans to come
be out
Bring that pressure mmm
Hop out stretch em mmm mmm
Free all my brothers thats fighting they freedom
Download the GO visit cause that be the only
was a dream, I was livin' in Rome
And then I moved to London, bought a brand new home
And everywhere I went, I drew lots of attention
Like a stretch
through
Your hood with your head in my hands
(Ha ha haha) uh, fair colored tan (Uh)
Free my niggas doin' 20 in
The feds for the yams (Free the homies)
Yeah,
hip-hop up between us
Squeamish rappers stay out of
My space like Venus
Or it's Soulshocker, Jigga Niggademus
Murderous writin'
Not a word of it to your
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