Lyrics:
gonna miss ima lay him wit the rocks now
Really thought he died by the way I heard the gun pow
Kinda worried they gone try to say that I stole his style
Damn the lil' hoe real thick
When she walk by I see that ass shake in her bridges
Seven grade me really wanted miss bridges
I see her right now that's
fucked by a fat dog
Fuck Lil Smelli I'm just kidding he get fat guap
Got a fat knot in my pocket for the kush shop
Got a fat belly cuz I eat what I fucking
Red & green, Mrs. Claus silhouette
Spread them legs, make your body sweat
Shawty got that wet wet, oh thats a bet bet
I got her drippin and we aint
on living by
In a shitty city
Where the grades are low
But the kids get high!
Only
Gettin by
Knowing nothing else
Than
"Mr cock-sucker turd"
Wasn't
brothers
Trying to bank up on a million, steady creeping on a come up
With that Seven, Mr. reverend, can U answer my Question
If I have made, a Million
death when i close my eyes
we be ready tah gun down every car drive by
i was down bad on my dick watching time go by
i can barely go to sleep at night
broke
You ain't got no money, bitch, you (Rich Gang)
Hah, you understand me?
I ain't been broke since I was born, nigga
By the time I was 12, I had
lil' boys
I was bustin' 7'6'2's
when you was playin' with toys
[Transformers sample, followed by insane laughter]
G.I Joe, motherfucka you like
it called
The bag Is up
It Go
1-800 Fuck a nigga
Who's going to hate on me
Mr. Malcolm X
We ain't going to play it
If you play with me
Lil bro Hit me
Dam she told me I would need her uuuh
Summa cum laude she was raised by a preacher yeah
Told me how he violated touched how he beat her uuuhh
If its him
Pushing weights that you ain't never seen
Mrs Charles to you niggas
My fingers create a murder scene
I hold my legs up for him while he push inside of me
Haha. That RBL niggaz. Mr. C-Note, C-Note
*(Chorus- Iyesha Johnson)*
No one's gonna lace you, like I do
I get around babe, no one can lace you
gone tackle em
That nigga ain’t who he tryna be he a character
I leave a opp nigga ceased we gone parish em
I’m by myself you won’t catch me no where wit
the sunny days look at the weather
We take off like birds but we're losing our feathers
I fall by my guys then we're falling together
Enough with the deep
they was wack
You ain't trained just yet
But I was down to get the paper
Like um hittin' a lick
By any means I'mma make it
Fuck the world was my shit
It
me up
I'm going in on they ass
Sorry that I'm late
I'm Mr. Life of the Party
Blunt fucking lit
Shit let's gone get started
And yea I hit them beats
ain't dapping, I ain't Giving the
Pound You just need a couple dollars, get your
Shit off the ground Ayy, doing Business but I rap for a hobby
I got lil
travel the ground
I watch from the balcony, this is a busy town
I kinda like Miami, I might lock it down
My girl with me, she cook better than Mr. Chows
got the tint
40 wit sticks
Lil woodie got hit
Cuz karma’s a bitchj
Run it up like its my birthday... cuz i want it worse way
Ok 2 cups gettin thirsty,
killing me?
Is it Cause i am black with a degree
Headlights in my rear they follow me
Paranoia fall on me
I find comfort in the sun
Cause at night I
Raised by the thugs in the planet of apes
These Cartier I can't fuck with the rays
You wanna see me then you gotta pay
DG forever might tat on my face
a clucker
But I'm not a clucker I'm a dodger and a ducker
Come a lil closer I'm a show you I'm a punch ya
And if I can't beat you get my gun and I'm a buck ya
'Posed to be
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha ha ha
America (America)
Sweet land of liberty y'all
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