Lyrics:
I cheat but I'm a boss, no gaggin'
Fifty shots in MAC 10's, you run then you get clapped then
I'm a fuckin star my team be ridin' in Aston's
And if
man you’re still in the cot
And you ain’t at the top, it would pay you to listen when Outmatched
Outdone by this man on a mission
After just two rounds
around me if you be on joe shit
Bad enough that bitches be on hoe shit
Never thought of a reason to love you
Only thought that I'm thinking is fuck you
We
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
groomed by the block
Started putting in work
Bitch I was groomed by the block
Had my hand in the pot
We was getting that guop
I was groomed by the block
I
dope you done copped the gram
I just met a bitch that fucked up her account and we got some bands
Trap house I've been saving paper I ain't littering
I
Turn me up Jenny trends
Bitch I'm a geeker
I just call the misdemeanor
I was ridin' around in with the reefer
I'm not a sleeper, bitch I be
You see the way
This beat make slow?
Dat be Ghana wey dey
Weep tears still flowing
Down her cheeks
Ɔbrɛ ɛne nisuo
Nfie no ɛkɔ n'anim buh
Yet we can't
and I can't to find u
While I'm ridin thru the city
Grindin tryna get by
You can't be great if you're Afraid of heights
Nigga youcan't shine bright
shit, I'ma grind
'Cause I am not ridin' no dick for to get on
But be mindful bitch, if you get out of line
Then you'll fuck 'round and get spit
Usually you can see cheese with vermin
You don't want smoke but we be burning
Issa lowkey fit but it fit nice
Still a cost ya ass about 500
And the tee
on cloud 9
Still having chicken like Popeyes
Still doing drive bys
Fuck nigga play we gone slide by
Bails of that gas
You know how we get it in
And we got
From, time-to-time I get high
Sit back mesmerized, how I'm still breathing
What a time to be alive
I, can see the future coming
Used to be hot, check
with us 'cause we ain't fucking with you
And we must be fucking with you
So much you must be goin' out your mind (yeah, Shady Records Mixtape)
(Come
with us 'cause we ain't fucking with you
And we must be fucking with you
So much you must be goin' out your mind (yeah, Shady Records Mixtape)
(Come
brainless
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit' we
The trunk be bangin', off the chain danglin'
Y'all know that I'm from CP
(When do ya shoot, boy, shot don't
payin' your dues
You can't kick back and let your bankroll stack
You'll be stuck on stupid, for smokin' a friend
Ten years from now you'll still be in
They be tryin' to top a nigga
Had them golds up in my mouth, then I went and put some diamonds in it
We some young wild niggas so you know we bought
mouth (yeah)
Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis
Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises
(She's dead) Homie histor
An' outa nowhere your
the jux is real
I run with ghetto boys and
I ain't talking Bushwick Bill
If looks could kill then y'all
Would be kaputs for real
We drink your blood
and the finger of a thirty-eight
Dust by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor
hang) (ridin' on our motherfuckin' enemies)
We got homies on the front line, livin' it up (y'all know how we do it)
We got ladies in the back straight,
hang) (ridin' on our motherfuckin' enemies)
We got homies on the front line, livin' it up (y'all know how we do it)
We got ladies in the back straight,
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