Lyrics:
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
body language
Ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
Oh they say don't judge a book by it's cover
We can make a scene that you be
got money but ain't got time, these hoes too obsessed
I'm in love with money right now, man, I'm too obsessed
Niggas still talkin' bout me, man, they
language
You ain't gotta say too much (no)
Ooh, they say don't judge a book by its cover (cover)
We can make a scene that you be under the cover (cover)
(K-K-K-K-K-K-Mac)
All that bullshit's for the birds, you ain't nothin' but a vulture (oh, oh, oh)
Always hopin' for the worst, waitin' for me
a problem troubles us all
If you trust in the Lord there will be a brighter tomorrow
For there's nothing too much for the great God to do
And all that he
Doing too much talkin
That s**t'll get u kilt
Act like u never seen
Your brother's blood get spilt
And don't be talkin reckless boy
I know just how u
of people here in Philly are saying that you been singing too much.
And I'm not saying that they're right, I mean--we just like it when you rap
Verse:
We steady making movies
We was trippin Tallahassee
We was sellin by the P
Shit I even broke it down to the grammy if need be
We was driving
adjacent
We ain't talkin' no business until you send a payment
I dont too much talkin I let my work make a statement
And I don't take you niggas serious
down to ride, bitch hold this gun for me
I ain't never runnin' from no smoke, bitch I be out too much
If my nigga name on black and white, then I can't
If you like, we can sit on the veranda
And watch the cars go by
As the sun is setting, my sweet beloved
In the cool of the evening
Can we talk
life and you too will see
(you will see)
Ain't no way we've come this far all by ourselves
(by ourselves)
Many blessing great and small
Now let's
I been harmed too much
I just be taking them drugs
Bitches hurt me
Now it's my turn to have fun
I be blasting all these bitches
With my fucking gun
on the Marvin's day
You wit me now?
Too high you can't set me down
We got that A-K-forty seven
White right on champagne
And named it orange purple kush
a problem troubles us all
If you trust in the Lord there will be a brighter tomorrow
For there's nothing too much for the great God to do
And all that he
murder was the case, I gave my lawyer another hunnid
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk? (Too much lackin')
I let 'em feel like
how we let it all slip by
Tell me, can we try, baby, one more time?
Baby, baby, I miss you
I'm talkin' 'bout how I used to like it when you
gon’ cost you
More than four quarters
Big mouths I slap shut and
Slap nuts I vanquish
Flap them lips too much you’ll
Leave using sign language
Call me
talk too much cause This shit is getting way too deep
Ain't noone showin me love brah and if they do they all do it discreet
They're fake
I can tell by
You know I kept talkin shit
Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch!
So much game, when I'm (?) tuck
I make a bitch po' who never suck
You know I kept
these bitches is dubbs
And I love her way too much to give up
But I can tell by her actions that she don't give a fuck
No, she don't give a fuck
And I
You know who it is
It's Kid Dubb
Left behind them bars like it's a perk I still ain't felt yet
I ain't had the hardest life, some shit I still ain't
weed up man, ayy
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I smoke too much weed, it's reekin' out my pores (strong)
Lil' bitty waist
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