Lyrics:
and give you this
Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit
So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam in this shit
So many bombs, make Farrakhan think
Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil' BG's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me, personally, playboy, I don't give a fuck
daddy wanna fight me
That pump, man, make him jump, man
You would think his ass was sponsored by Nike
I'm every little kid's idol
Got more verses than
daddy wanna fight me
That pump, man, make him jump, man
You would think his ass was sponsored by Nike
I'm every little kid's idol
Got more verses than
the block
FN in my trench coat, I post by the door like Jamie Foxx (brr, brr, brr)
We got him and his cousin shot, give a fuck if they know or not (fuck
Workin' with some ass that could give good head
Can't forget about this bitch up in Philly on Richard Island
Freak-nasty bitch that's always swallowin'
zooming by the kickback
Jealous ass bitch be lookin like a mole rat
Poppin a pill where my dog at
You is a bitch you hang where the frogs at
Hang with
how they know?
(It's the DJ Clue)
Nigga we don't play that shit, and spray that clip
You frontin ass nigga, we slay that kid
We never drink
than a grand
Frontin' ass nigga ain't nothin' but a fan
I know we can make it yes, we can, can
Greg NICE game playa get dough and buy land
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Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil' BG's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me, personally, playboy, I don't give a fuck
to pick up Joyce, she be making me moist
Giving me head while she humming, she can play with her voice
And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass
She could
as we get this lick niggas gon be seein us
Hop in the GM truck then pull up to the spot
Not knowin it's bein watched by cops
Still I creep up the stairs
city of New Orleans, we call him this
Georgia (that's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
Thick white skin
who)
[Chorus]
Uh huh
All you punk ass motherfuckers
The real steel is in the heel for year feel
Brand new, we're nowhere a year ago, yeah
We
We trying slide leave a big ass mess and you never outside where ya bitch ass at?
Boy sit down get your big ass checked!
Took a loss ona pound got
I flex
Sicker the beat is i'mma give you the heat
And then attach no hoes when I'm paying receipts
I got some brand new flows I don't spit on repeat
5-1 not 5-0, Im'ma be 52
Bomb drop non-stop spitting on you
Never have so many been screwed by so few
Call to save y'all, so whatcha wanna do?
something else to get into
Like some pussy, or in fact
A bomb rush, but we call it rat-pack
On a nigga, witta hella surprise
Mack 10 will go stupid, when
he
Stick dick to ya, give ya long slow strokes
Or beat your pussy up 'til it smokes??
Young girl lookin' brand new, told me what her man do
Fake-ass
and tell her hit the floor (Hit the deck, bitch)
Give it a fuck, blood pour, what we came here for (That's right)
Til I die, why camoflage? I'm in a Dodge
If you're corrupt, hooked up, else you stay hungry and bleed Slim
We dodge bombs and bullets, and that's daily Slim
We don't need to hurt bitches, we
that ass talk
She got a banging body
Fantasizing bout you riding me like a new Bugatti
She do pilates, yoga stances improves her dancing
She takin
faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz paid for
Friends they roll
Private jets to the Turks and Caicos
Cris' case loads
I don't give a shit
swinging both ways
Told the bwoi-dem you can't prove it's me
Unless it's 4k
I don't give a fuck
To catch my opps we dedicate whole days
Uriah 18 fucking 12
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