Lyrics:
been getting to the bag
Got your dad refillin it
Tell that nigga stop the callin
I wont pick up for a bitch
Any money in the way
Ill be taking all of it
the bitch
Baby one of them amazing type of niggas, regular-ass niggas can't be this
Regular-ass niggas can't be me
She gave me Renni, gotta thank Mimi
She
honey bunch I lick every inch I can
You taste salty sweet and that sour drip
Take me to candy land
We can go out by the light house
Taste everything
(I had to hit her, I'm never scary I'll be yo huckleberry!)
See you can call me any hour, that's how we do it
I'm in and out, and partner you ain't
'cause it's good
and when it come thank help me from saving me from gettin ganked in the hood anythang for ya'll
I know there's times where it be hurting
don't need no licks
You'll be in jail while I'm spending my shitttttttttt
I love them ferragoma belts
Wavy g just bought the Gucci belt
All out
Hall is in the house and Dayton is too
Wesely is down, cause it's in Flint town
So all you Flint muthafuckas listen to what I say
Throw you hands in
The cargo ship enters the harbour
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
His boys can move girls
Furniture, white goods, chemicals
Homes for
don’t want to get in trouble i
Want to be scared i’m trying my
Best to be scared i’m trying my hardest
To be scared no, no, no
I don’t want to talk i
more in the back if
They sit on the lap
I gotta go and move to the
Party to see where it's at
Can't stop won't stop rock it to the rhythm
Cause we - ah
as a caterpillar
So if you ever wanna question our ability
You better bring plenty of artillery
‘Cause we got Hillary in the gut
Don’t stand by
For any muthafucka
or whatever
She be here at six in the morn' if I let her
But I never get attracted to fans
'Cause the eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam
I always
Yeah, you hear that?
That's inevitability
You can't stop this shit, I'm too tapped in
Too loyal
Surrounded by a few of my niggas who did
You can catch me in the hood smokin' good, posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
The hood smokin' good
This is something that I call the flow
Not many if any, 'cept for Vinnie, can say they know
In fact, detracting that is something that I rarely
chicken
A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do'
Just in case I gotta throw away my yole
Bars around the house, bars around the window
Dope around
any why
is it that only the good die
any why
do I gotta always get high
Surrounded by stripper and drunks
drug-addicts, geniuses and punks
and I
niggas stay out my lane
See I ain't dead or in jail, I can't complain
And when these fake niggas gone, I shall remain
And if you just tunin' in, let me
I love the way you lick it
Don't nobody split it how u split it
Cuz they ain't got wut u be putting in me (ROLLUP)
(ROLLUP)... (ROLLUP)... (ROLLUP)
muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts,
guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas can
back by Tuesday 'cos me lib'ry book's overdue
This is your Captain speaking...
What's your height and attitude?
I'm five foot seven in me Y-fronts
that, youknowhatI'msayin?
Night is in the air
Enemy.. on the borderline
Who'll be the next to fire
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?
You said he
Till that hoe don't want no more
That bitch better have my dough
suck it(repeated over)
lick it (repeated over)
Niggas, I'ma tell yea
you can
about
them any more.
Oh, no! cried the father.
I cannot do that to my poor children.
But the wicked stepmother forced him to agree to the plan.
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