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Dawg I got a vault
And you got my name in your mouth by the gulp
I withstand all that, give me
My check and respect, i demand all that
Before I (pop
up a castle of lust just to bomb it.
cfter the wackest, I ask for the strongest
Oh, hello neighbor! Do me a favor,
Give me an egg; Cya nine months
a law, we gon' ride strapped, bitch
We be 'bout that beef, fuck that rap shit
And free my nigga Meek, I'm on my Philly shit
And my New York bitch from
a fist of caps
An something to say
Standin' on the corners
East of "A"
Playaz play the game
While we slow drive the bomb
Don't give me that shit about how
Hi, I am Robert - the lastest
Excuse my lateness. These fuckers are Hating
Cause we on some new shit now
And I know you've waited
But it takes
Going on fumes, I ain't talking that gas
They don't give a fuck, not even a rats ass
When the ball drops we gon' see who has laugh last
And I'm only
Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit
Yeah,
We got my nigga Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this
got me back snapping necks again
So you better call your family
And your next of kin
'Cause when we go to war, nigga
It's like a Mexican
I cut your ass
as cold as the blues
You take the stand, you anchorman
Ya face on the news
BOP!
I need everybody out like a bomb threat
Say he bouta blow, it ain't his
getting off the loose, you know we coming through
We put butt to ass to all the opps, we tryna fuck some jocks
I ain't getting stabbed, lil bro died, I
the government owns those projects
Have some fucking self respect
We gotta work together and get these checks
Gotta work together and get these checks
By any
stay attached to corners
Hood rats plotting, riding for the blue cheese
All for the Gram, grams and a new weave
All they gotta spend expands, and some
Trademark Da Skydiver
Smoking that gas, counting them bags
Nigga, we do this shit erryday
Poppin them tags, we fresh on ya ass
Yeah we be drippin
And uhh playas he can't give me no love
'cause I'm stuck on the corna in the ghetto
Slangin' dub sacks
And I duck when they fly by
'cause Killa
The people that was in the truck with them told what happened (they told me)
He wanted that wet-ass pussy, she ain't give him none
She hurt Tory ego
Soundwave, I feel we, put together
Some of the most beautiful music my nigga
Real talk, feels so good
Let's get this money
I feel like rapping
rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's
twerking on it
We can hold back, we can take 2
New shoes, I like that
Room service, I gotchu
Room service, I got that
Whatchu need, I vibe you
Hunnid baby,
stand by it before we start up a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child (I'll shit on you)
I
these niggas that I hang with
I hang you up naked by your ankles danglin' (ow, ow)
My need I stay stranglin, I don't need your help
If you gon' give me
got that I got that I got that)
I got that drip she got that wet
We on that fast flow
Leader of this new school shit
Fidel Castro
If its too many mumble
enough, don’t give a fuck about yo shade
You just try to betray then come kissin'
Why you sayin’ shots fired when yo ugly ass missin’
You a hoe, hoe, hoe
you can tell by the expression on my face
That I'll get in that ass like preparation H
The weapon on the waist and I spray guns off
'Cause if it's
the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass
I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag
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