Lyrics:
mornin
Loved by the Liquor Store, hated by the hundreds
First, check the god out then check the squad out
You should've known better than to ever let your
gonna turn you to stone
You'll be petrified to dust and bone
You'll be petrified nothing can help you now
Written by: B. Liebling & J. Hasselvander
and had no ears
And he sucks at driving, claims his vehicle never steers
To look cool he hangs with 17 year old girls, got em roped
But as it turns out, by
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
modest
Young boy out the H boy you know that we poppin'
I read your vibe and your energy
Swear that we cool turn my back then you envy me
Beefin'
body, to your soul!
[Chorus]
You better, pack up your bags, better get out of town
'Cause when the God come you know he gon' be putting it down
And start shit, it's the ghetto manifesto
That's what I'm talking about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North, and South
Gonna turn this party out
Hey,
Boy, I got lyrics for the brain
You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname
I shatter an ego quick
I be that chick
The wrong people gon'
I wanna heal in my heart
But I'm always stifled by the blame
I go to hit restart
But resentment's always in my way
You break enough of your bones
shit out, y'all niggas is riffing (woo)
All that talking you doing
Got me like please stay where the fuck you at
'Cause in New York, "We gon' ruin it"
you need is one flight to see that sparkle in eyes
Sometimes I just wanna spend my time high
I be wondering it feels like life flies by
Slow it down for
to an ocean, n she neva fake a sound
Joseph got kicked out the crib, member seeing that shit, brought a scale for to weigh a Pound
I'm motivated by the money,
this cold world turn your heart frozen
This dedicated to the Jersey kids
For anyone that ever heard me spit
You might've heard me have a nervous fit
Knew
doing music for the fame but giving facts to christians
That experienced going through some things
You are not alone
You are not defined by your
so crazy how, the ones you love gon' snake you out
Can't wait to see their faces by the time I cop that Bentley out
I'm tryna take a different route
turnin' up (turn up)
Shit I'm thinkin' 'bout got me stuck (stuck)
I got money now, so love is cheap
You should do somethin' with yourself
Always worried
"Get out of my face" (my face)
I got a Glock and it's right by my waist (huh-huh)
If you try me I'll get you out the way (do-do)
She wanna know what
with us 'cause we ain't fucking with you
And we must be fucking with you
So much you must be goin' out your mind (yeah, Shady Records Mixtape)
(Come
with us 'cause we ain't fucking with you
And we must be fucking with you
So much you must be goin' out your mind (yeah, Shady Records Mixtape)
(Come
Turn it up in my headphones, please
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
More, haha, comin' to a ghetto near you
I wasn't mad until these
type
Girl I know you digging, yea yea up on my vibe
Smoking this gas I'm high like a kite
Imma be passed out by the night, yuh
Baby come hop in the ride
the speed up I don't creep
Hard to fall out of love when it’s deep
I cannot go to sleep on a fight
We gotta solve shit by the night
I’m tryna introduce you
go
So now you turn your face away
To all you could have been
Instead of resisting, you give in
CHORUS
Gentle like the waves you roll on by
brew to you
I'm gonna pour some out for my man pee-wee. (Pee-Wee!)
And do what you gotta do, all right black. Bust it
I'm the suger dick daddy
Fuck
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