Lyrics:
Finger always
The 40 that a headly like white oak smooth an deadly
Smooth An
So me walk with the ting recommended
My ends always well defended
Ready
rats
Robbing niggas off sneaker talk first tome I seen a stack
Where I’m from you rep ya hood by the team on ya fitted cap
I gotta see you walk in
free C-Murder out that
Lambo in New Orleans i got fifty cash on me
And I got thirty in this forty
They say the young nigga retarded
His diamonds look
You talk the talk I know
But can you walk the walk right
I heard you acting like a hoe
No, I don’t hang with your type
They only heard one song
Now
Gotta crawl before you can walk
Walk on your own
Gotta crawl before you can walk
Walk on your own
Off top the shots are never lyrical
Poison like
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
morals, they ain't got nothin' they live by (nothin')
Seen a fiend from 2005, said she still high
I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, I was still fly
your foster mommas
And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
'Cause I ain't making no more threats
I'm doing drive bys in tinted Corvettes
line when you speak
And I can say that I'ma make you mine in a blink
You nominated just for your behind and I'm geeked
You a thug with your best
is what the real get
What I give is not a eough
Then yall nigga out of luck
Tsunami way how are rising up
Out of character or outta line
40
Straight adoring your aura line (feel you and I)
Thinking of a line (that will reel you in ma)
Say sumthin cute to the group (where we going yall)
Then
divine
Gotta graduate soon
Gotta walk the line
Gotta find ya - buy ya - lose ya - fuck ya - kill ya - on line
I lost myself now! Gotta lotta things
knock
I keep a load of them Pz in stock
I need my 40 acres
Bust in the spot wit bout 40 flavors
Walk in your trap and go buy it out
Smoking that Za
like I need to
Feeling like I need you
Pretty enough to catch your eye when I walk by
Like I'm good enough to hold your hand when we walk out
Its nothing
man who walks down by the river on Sunday
cnd he watches for the boat that he knows won't arrive until Monday
In his hand, an old faded telegram
cnd in
40 on my bitch
Broke boys can't talk
You don't wanna get it, I'ma get it, you won't walk
I got ghosts in the bank, I'ma hit you with a Glock
Lock,
on the stage (I'm tryna give you some knowledge)
They shrug their shoulders and just walk away (Don't turn your back on me)
Started coming in this game (Came in
Hate to tell you, baby, hate to tell you ba-a-by
Hate to tell you, baby, that I don't love you
Hate to tell you, babe, I can't put no one else above you
a choke hold
losin' control bringing drama by the boatload
it takes drama
in the pillage now of cappadonna
my split persona hit their village
to cool, I'm rolling three times Barkley
You can get your ass out and walk home
I'll find another young broad and get my fuck on
So please don't trip, in
Bitch I woke up in a
Aye
Bitch I
Aye
Aye
Aye
Bitch I woke up in a dream
Dirty sprite, lime green
Woke up in a dream
I'm sippin sizzurp by the keys
if they try to take
I can pick up and kill it in no time
I keep the steppers on front line
Don't try to spin lose your mind
If they diss on a post it's
the crowd fallin' vic
To old ghetto tricks
But if I wasn't your cousin
Wed leave em in the dozens
Of sellin' out and bellin' out
Half pint forty ounce
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