Lyrics:
're gonna have to shock him!"
"Oh my God!"
These are the results of a thousand electric volts
A neck with bolts "Nurse we're losing him, check
We ain't going platinum (nope) we ain't goin gold
We going diamond, ten million sold
We break records (records) and move units, that's how we do it
he's straight
The only n**** out the project Magnolia with weight
[Hook - Turk]
N****, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in
cover twice, I'm never outclassed
It's not a rap nigga breathin' that could outlast
The Fall Off is like Hov droppin' Reasonable Doubt last
We from
All alone, movin' on night shot
You, you know
I don't see you anymore
I can get it like a thousand times
We can keep it on the low
Now it ain't really
where they
Say them boys get gritty
I ain't comin' by myself
You know I got some soldiers with me
Single filed, we fall up off that tour bus
And we would
they Coming through wit 16's
Gotta keep a 50 ,
I Got Dumb Tracks , Ni**a Dumb Slaps Goin Silly !!
Ni%%s Wildn Out like I ain't get that $h*+
Off in
hot
Goin' hard for 16
Livin' that fast life like I'm made for the big screen
And y'all know how I get in the club
A nigga knew the bouncer, a 4-fifth
bullshit[00:35.72]Makes no sense how you do me like this[00:38.60]Once you walk out of that door I hope you know you gone forever[00:42.17]I'm no longer accessible, can't
of the fiends, and- (what? What?)
That was back in the day
Now we involved in legitimate business, baby, we came a long way
Sometimes I hop on the road by
on telly
Still tryna get them readies
Mind dat cos we out for the bellies
Talk to your friends
I ain't gonna talk on the net
Get shot, and wan' talk
love me)
In the club, passin' out bubbly (here, take that)
Bitch, I'm the shit like Ruffin (David)
Can't a nigga tell me nothin' (it's Dolph)
I'm out
like it's always etcetera etc
Yo lil participation trophy it ain't gon get by my metal detector
My muhfuckin medal detector, aye
Boa at this point I got
(We got Xander)
Yeah
(Yo Nick Papz, make it slap)
I'm not the leader but follow the lead
Poppin' some shit that's out of your league
Shawty
tomorrow, cuz we aint goin to bed tonight
They act like they dont want rap to change
They just want it all to stay the same
They sick of these kids sick in
she perfect[01:25.93]Bad little bitch she really be curving[01:28.03]She a foreign, she ain't no American[01:30.16]And I drive around town in that
a saint yea she thinking he Godly
But really that younging been scheming he only 16 with a bank in his pocket
Fell out with his niggas had to come em off
He
in the game and we balling like this a scrimmage
These n****s ain’t no competition middle fingers up too the opposition
Put blood sweat and tears in
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
No more bein' looked at like an ogre
Ain't no way that my demise gon' be covert
I can see the pearly gates gettin' closer
Yeah we goin' down
Yeah we
body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him
Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium
Bigger than a mob, can't be touched,
crown
Jerusalem is where we from
We ain't niggas from 7 mile
How it feel to finally find out that you blessed
How it feel to know that christ relieving
used to be kissin' servers, now I'm spittin' 16 verses
I like yo stripes, give her the pipe, havin her yell out cursive
She screamin' out hell yeah, she
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