Lyrics:
bottles came, poured a swimming pool
Now we 'bout to dive (that's right)
Got one room, got three bitches
Nigga, damn right, the way it's supposed to be
I put the drum in the dirty grip
Dropped the whole case so you know we're lit
Throw your set up while we're riding by
Niggas spinning back
Cause you
snatching them ankles
We gave their wives another cream pie
About three seconds
Three point one four
The rest was all my sloppy seconds cause she’s a rag doll
to an alter ego
Just a guy on vaca who is on average coming back with three hoes
Playing with the cards that I’m dealt but I’m not taking in casinos
About
by overthinking
I'm physically afloat but in my mind I'm always sinking
When I make it to the other side I'm sure it'll be relieving
Turn my back on my
Yeah,
Somolu 2 Baguettes
It's K by the Way listen
They should never put K on a fucking cypher
Spill poison on the beat, he a wording viper
These
to bring
Them back a little bit later but we have
This very special highly
Evolved permutated tango it's
Actually a perverted tango by the time yes
It's so
your mind
Once the performance is completed seated in the back
Too cool to throw yo' hands up; I never quite understood
Alla that what you too
And I'm gettin jocked by these local chumps
They point, they wave, they stare, they look
I been jocked so hard I could write a book
Violent J down with
and ruin shit
They can't believe I'm back poppin', I'm out here doin' shit
Hey, Tory, stop talkin' 'bout it, I wish I could, but dawg
I'm only human,
Formed by the village of badness and bad karma
Punched by the stagnant water gate threw the fickle back
But by the window's still three nickels in
my name on it (Oh) is that graffiti
White paint straight to the face she watching 3D
Anyways that's besides the point, Krayko here to prove why he
think I'll find a cure
How these haters fuckin with me turn my back they start to chirp
You might see me
At the top of the charts for 3 weeks
Or when you
Never take a day off just
Train for when the day come cause
By then it's second nature
Chorus:
Rack back
Tap pap clap dat
Splat splat
Nap
vato
I came to a point where it was do or die holmes
I had to make a decision
Do or die
And you know what ese? I did
Because I'm here right now
Day by
People so mad
I went n got it by myself
Steady thinkin that i'm done
Hung my coat up on the shelf
Still workin on these riches
Ya
Workin on this
aisle number three
I came face-to-face with an old memory
Caught by surprise I felt I was gasping for air
Paper or plastic can't you see man I don't
I just keep fucking on all these thots
I just keep fucking on thots
I got way used to three house and a cot
I got way used to prison
I run up in ya
pack them guns
put in big work
they stacking big funds
out the trunk
so you know the job is done
Chorus X 3
Back up on my Grizzy
with that hate
do
Point, Georgia that is
By way of East Point
Shid, you already know who it is
It's ya boy Sugar Ray
Shid and I'm just gon do it like that there
Kelmo - all
point there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot
'Cause the vinyl is
stuck in '85
Park boy straight bangin (right)
Peelin caps back to collect my stripes
From the 3rd to the cly', then back to taper
Niggas rollin through,
you giving me points
But you ain't giving me pointers
Niggas just pointing their fingers
Then duck when they see us
Like we really competing
Nigga
(Que paso daddy)
I’m at a point in my life
Where things getting too crazy
Ion even know if I could take it
Ion even know if I could, uhh
Sitting
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