Lyrics:
Un, un
Un, un
Un, un, un
(Leo)
Un
Sweatpants, she can't even hide it
And she fnf, lil boy, I wouldn't even try it
All her ex's useful for is munching
a different story
Bitch it’s KingWei
Never hesitate to run that bag up
By the way rest in heaven Mr. Run that bag up
Masked up, back up, please don’t make us
on that do' and that X
(Down here) we push 26 sitting low to the flo'
And double deuces on a truck, when I crawl by slow
(This year) I'm gonna switch it
hangin by ur self so I know ur leavin solo
Talkin about u see me at the club every weekend talkin about u know me from back in the days u must be tweakin
Its something in you I Aint never seen
Sweet as candy for them you extra mean
Lil boujie mama, she got hella dreams
She'll write a story then shes
555 where I was born and raised
Used to play in the streets now Im getting paid
Idgaf OG Gangsta thug
Ya still wet behind the ear I been sold drugs
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle,
but dawg I love myself
Im on my Kanye shit dawg I love myself, Aye
Hug myself
Hoss said Lil brother even thugs gotta read between the lines
Life's
Shit amazing like
I see what Pac meant 'bout Thug Life
To come from where I come from
See what I seen, fought what I fought
And still find a way
knee on his throat my nigga, if I was there to see would of smoked that pigga
Had us on the trees by a rope my nigga, Martin had a dream but I'm woke my
friends all the way from the Northside, to Hump's head
I got a partna named Slim Thug and Lil' Mario, from the fo'-fo'
We'll do how we do, we go uh take
Lil' bitch I'm fly, Aladdin
Pull up and flip shit, gymnastics
Turn him to a ghost
Casper, all bout the Benjamins, that's what I'm after
They know I
Chicks never seen a thug so lit
Or a man with a plan for the millions
Still being watched by civilians
In the hood but im chasing these bigger things
thighs, pretty eyes caught me by surprise
didn't I meet you before last time I was high I got
my gators on it's 3 o'clock and the haters gone so
tell the dj
do
Mr. President how the fuck are you
People are dying but I see that your good
Your possessed by your wealth that we need in the hood
I'm like
Hang Lil Nigga
No they Don't got a Clue
The Mud where I came from Nigga
Started selling Nickels then I bought the whole thang
She my lil Freak so she
and the seatsVersace
This lil' bitch, I keep her with me and she know karate
All we do is kick it, yeah
Mr. Miyagi, all we do is kick it
Yeah, yeah, I'm proud to go back
arm--It's on
I party like a rap star, baby the facts are
The third time's a charm
So meet me by the Eiffel Tour
Bring a bottle of Dom
[Cee-Lo]
I am
Uptown whodi screaming see-p-3
(Master P)
Now where my thugs at, I mean my rugrats
Them Lil' soldiers representing in them projects
(Chorus)4x
(Lil
cowards die a thousand times
Written, mastered, produced by the same guy
I'm Dr Dre and Jay Z at the same time
Tell your girl to hurry and tell her bring
Yeah, Brazy
Let me tell y'all a story
Jeez,
Lil bih, yeah
Alright, yeah
Mmm, mmm
Seen this nigga I got beef with, he be flexing on the gram
Got his
mothafuckas hurtin'
Niggas never no bluffin'
No perv'in
Lil Lay the great
Runnin' this earth
I'm ready to serve ya right
Nigga done paid my dues
And took
when this thug start
Tell it on moi, ya never been raised by proper stars
Foolin' ya self tryna claim what's ours
I'm international wid magical flows
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I
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