Lyrics:
walk wit' it
Any opp boys gettin' targeted
My Bruce too loose and he ain't got screws
Big .22s, he's barkin' it, clartin' it
Creepin' on folks wit'
and hustle
This is the way we gots to hustle
I wake up, I shit, shower, shave and hustle
Working hard stacking dollar bills, nah chill
I'm soon to have
and break down a pack
1A the hood, land all them shottas out of town
Went 'Dam for the plug, now we the opposite of down
Uh, tryna leave a nigga's head by
tell no lie
Immigrants cry, believe me you naw get no bly
Blood, sweat and tears fi you daily supply.
Heh, nobody never say me affi walk inna snow
circle
Telling me what I can't do
Trust me I done warned you
Superwoman, watch me work
Handle business while I twerk
Pay my bills all by myself
breakin' 'em off proper
The next big thing since Pun And Big Poppa
So big when I walk in a room it gets darker
I'm soon to be a household name just like
father are you with me? I just hope you don't forget me, I ain't asking for no pity I just hope these prayers will fix me
*VERSE 1* -- say I don't walk
to give
My situation's getting major by the second
That fool that shot his whole school up
Just turned eleven (Whaaa?)
And ain't no body even thinkin' bout
Master P]
Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be Gucci
And when I roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies
Lou Vaton Airbags 'case I crash bad
fear
Or if she's even home.
Maybe I'll go walking around
Or take a taxicab downtown
Or lay a five-dollar bill on the ground by the wino
While he's
the evening chasing the sun
Thinking back on the races we've run
I'd take a walk by the Saint John River
And let my memories drift downstream
I'd take
the evening chasing the sun
Thinking back on the races we've run
I'd take a walk by the Saint John River
And let my memories drift downstream
I'd take
the fucking haters hate it
Here comes the mighty ones they call whiteys
This is cinematic but ain't
Directed by Spike Lee
It's La Coka, not 40 Acres And A Mule
Minaj by my sons (O oh)
You do all your flexing for funds
I run on you laps and you fun
I know I'm the chosen one
I don't see how you let nothing but
hugs
When we walk inside this bitch
Put them niggas on hush (Shh) , yeah
Come with it, I ain’t broke a sweat
I'm having fun with it (yeah)
Took the game
to watch free view and bill it
They wanna do Netflix and chill
We wanna do get rich and build
You carry on watching the stocks
While them girl are
healthy and able
She's tryna pay all her bills, she's still late on the cable
She feels stuck here she's has a rough go it's been a tough year
Has
gay son!
He loves his son
He loves his son
His dead gay son!
Now, I say my boy's in heaven!
And he's tanning by the pool
The cherubim walk him
gay son!
He loves his son
He loves his son
His dead gay son!
Now, I say my boy's in heaven!
And he's tanning by the pool
The cherubim walk
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