Lyrics:
her
So the younger sister got real, real mad
And called the older sister names that's real, real bad
So the older sister's like I don't like your sleek
That's my sister go sis Do your thing Don't she make it look good
Gone do yo thang She be the life But she killing Them Do yo thing
Gang gang wit my
Here we come here we come
Here we come here we come baby
Here we come here we come
Here we come here we come
Here comes the sisters with
nigga want beef, we can do him like steak
And I fucked every bitch A to Z, like Jay
And I walk on the stage, take over like ye
And I keep me a Kim, yeah
You just go pop, whoa oh oh
Give it to your sister, your sister's older
Give her all the heavy
Things we can't shoulder
Who am I if I can't run with
to be the thing
That we’re fighting for every
Day, that we’re trying to buy
Back, trying to work for
Especially in America
In America people really do
we made it aye
Hoe we made it aye
We keep them trees just like some pottery
That probably explain the foggery
No leasing the whip this my property
No
She, won't get off the phone, she won't leave me alone
When I'm talking to that guy
She, can be a real nightmare, gets me to do her hair
And says it
from ya lips, now baby girl throw the song
Yo, yo, yo
Aye yo Tony, you phony
We both signed to Sony
But for half ya pub, ride that dick like
ain't got time to chill
Yeah just like you I'm tryna reach a mil, I was taught to get it on my own don't need a deal
We got problems bro'nem keep that
The flow sophisticated
All these youngins do is
Whine like they inebriated
I'm hated, but yeah
That's how you know I made it
I'm one of the illest, I'm
One
give a fuck feeling like Pac on my enemies
Your bitch she say that she loving a boss I tell her get lost (Adios)
We flex in 'sace, Versace, Givenchy,
playin poker
Cause I remember days, nights
I couldn't even think right
Niggas gettin murked out I'm clutchin
On that thing tight
I wouldn't even blink like
just like Off-White
I'm making this money I'm doing it right
I got a bad bitch she wanna slide for the night
That choppa gonna shoot that boy
No nigga we
who told us
That two and two is ten
Are now trying to tell us
That two and two is five
We're living in a north sea bubble
We're trying to spend
palms are itching but
They say that shit will bring me luck
Still hailing Beverley naya like
Wettin she give me chop men!
Who made it farther
Name some
community?
Okay! That’s right people that’s good
Because we like everybody here
‘Cause you know we all just
Gotta lve each other
The way things are going we
get really close, I swear that I hear his breath
Then he put a knife to my neck, gave me the run down like
"Jada my sister. And if you hit her, fuck
family have done things that are out of order
But it always seemed fine when we watched it on the camera recorder
All on film with presents,
I got bounce
Tree by the ounce
Hoes by the dozens
Fucking sisters cousins
I got bounce
Tree by the ounce
Hoes by the dozens
Fucking sisters cousins
a better place
And still I'd give
The world to see your face
Me right here, next to you
But it's like your gone too soon
Now the hardest thing to do is
a better place
And still I'd give
The world to see your face
Me right here, next to you
But it's like your gone too soon
Now the hardest thing to do is
who told us
That two and two is ten
Are now trying to tell us
The two and two is five
We're living in a North Sea Bubble
We're trying to spend our
fascinate us by
How far they go with
Their unconventionality we secretly
Admire and respect them for this we
Wish we could act more like they do
Normally it
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