Lyrics:
boy come on break it down
To find another like you will be a lifetime
I think I see where you're going baby let it out let it
Out
Listen to me baby
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
I really can't tell if there's a difference anymore
Goin' up or goin' down, where's the elevator door?
Got the pimped out suite on the 13th floor
on every move
And every rule that they wrote, we break 'em/ Believe me, that's why so many
Niggas fall off for flossin' and goin' against they boss, man/ Too
Things fall apart when the center too weak to hold ya'll
I'm just collecting what you owed to my old jawn
You bout to get swooped down on and stoled
to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight
War ready,
I was crying out for help
And them people wouldn't even wait up
Now they peepin that a young nigga, goin way up
Damn, I was down bad bad bad
Now I got
Shorty come here girl
You know you (?)
What's goin' on with your thick ass
Check this out
I got this weed we got this henny and this alaze
on my neck, it got your bitch droolin'
(Got your bitch droolin')
Time to show these boys who
Really gettin' to it
Always down to party
Goin' for the win,
know that boy Jack is goin' places"
I know
Yeah
yeah
We're catching the vibe, yeah, feeling alive, yeah
Ten out of ten, I know you down to ride, yeah
Always by my side, yeah
My baby, know I know
somethin' down, we got another one mixed
And, I got ten jibs to find out where another one lives
And, we're comin' equipped, but we ain't burglin', it's one
breath,cold head,so many people dead,drow-in sorrows,clothes I borrowed,cause i got out the pool and my
Undies were wet.(dripping)
(Chorus)
Viewsssss
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass
The fuck boy is always the loudest
Shut the fuck up
Don't een come around here wit that shit
Shit
I am not gonna allow it
it ain't goin
Nigga pillow
Jamaica slide by
Slide down now
Slide up now
To the right
To the left
Now bounce
Run the track
Run the track
Run the track
It's bobsled time
Run the track
And the breitling on my wrist
Twisted leaves tend to fall
Down the stem of my rig, got me Blowin out fat clouds
Neva hear me cough spit, doctors say My flow viral
UP BABY! (drink it up baby)
TILL YOU FALL OUT! (till you fall out)
Come on, bust some wine baby!
(bust some wine)
LET ME POUR IT IN YOUR MOUTH! (in
it's only gettin' bigger?
And the rage it bring out that nigga
But you tame that
Fall back if you got two-syndrome
Cause there is a way to get income
You
a whole new flavor
Playa by nature, playa by nature
Playa by nature, playa by nature
She be peepin' the signs
When I fall back, she jump right on my line
all flawed and we're told it's by design
Taught to live with doubt and all the hopeful asking why
You're scared to fall and that's the cause of your
get shot down
Hero, it ain't nothing but a sandwich, call the cops now
Fuck the police, stop running
White boys terrorize nigga' neighborhoods, gunning
Lay with ya mama
Man, I was fifteen with a baby mama
Few grams and like eighty thousand, I promise
They were, say word, amen
Staring out my Bentley in
Bust down, diamonds on the faces when you see me now
Hush now, I don't care what you say
I'm on TV now
Like EA we're really in the game we ain't
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