Lyrics:
(*talking*)
The youngest guerilla in here mayn, Young Dyno
In here with Trae, D and S.L.A.B
We representing this to the fullest mayn, AK's loaded
Haha you fan ass Ni**a
(Hey Bitch)
(ya - ya - ya- ya )
Got my p**** in your mouth
I drag a b****
By her weave
For looking
At me wrong
(What
streets
But this goin out to my homies out there slangin D
That still hustlin in the game tryin to make it
But y'all niggas better realize you can't fake
bitches
Just might see my young nigga pull in now we all bitches
Pick the shovels up and dig it over-tall bitch
Hey put that phone down and mind your
A candle in the wind, still I go farther
This that, this that teardrop off the tips of Tony Parker
Sounding good on the mic, baby call me Bob Barker
Make
the processional
By Any Means, track 8
Ok, here we go!
Wait, you didn't get the memo? Didn't hear it?
This whole verse I've been talking to your spirit
A little too
the processional
By Any Means, track 8
Ok, here we go!
Wait, you didn't get the memo? Didn't hear it?
This whole verse I've been talking to your spirit
A little too
my boys locked down in jail
this Master P No Limit Records
(Wassup Big Boz)
DaLastDon
(Wassup Mean Green)
We can't Be Stopped
I mean you player
bitch this easy
Don't be too extra bitch I don't need you
When He get in this mode
It's like nobody stopping him
Choking this beat this bitch needing
daddy's monny
Standing in the rain with Ines Penis for like seven hours
Naiya's jacket got me drippin', bitch this Poli we devour
Ain't no schleppin' in
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
*
For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We
I popped a pill
Went straight to astronomy
Pulled up in a rock fit like Bob Sagat
Sip red with a white bitch
Candy cane
What would the game be
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It's levels to it, you and I know
Bitch, be humble
(Hol' up,
Yeah play times over mutha phuckaz
Spice 1's defiantly in muthafuckin' effect.
You know what I'm saying?
Bringing it to all you bitch ass
bitch!
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
the P.I.
And I'm stayin true, born in this game and it's payin too
I wish I could have stayed witchu
But it's over, I love you and I still care
We can
pleading to these hoes bitch Imma P yeah
I want a Porsche, I want a vette, fuck it i just want a check
I'm on they neck, this shit ain't no guess you niggas
your nigga
He can be you man
You don't have to leave him
Everybody need a back-up plan
[Master P]
Jump in my 97 Hummer and riside
You be Ms
clique to the T-O-P on G-O-D with B.o.B.
Tell by the hat, you could tell by the tat, you could tell how I act, you could tell how I rap that I represent
niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas
Reluctantly still together
為什麼 不明事理 Why is it unreasonable
對了這 就是詛咒！ By the way, this is a curse!
笑了你有好 高尚！ Laughing, you are so noble!
此山是我開 This mountain is
Sell it right now sorry
Tem is breaks!
Tem learn about Tem history!
Tem learn good, ya ya you see?
You have shiny thing in pocket!
Give it to me P!
Tem
backstroke fuck that shit she gone again
Man I have to board this jet early in the morn
Fuck that shit
By the time I wake up and I on
Money Calling
Yeah
Roddy Ricch
The Box fucked this nigga bitch then I
Put her in the box
AR-15 it'll leave you in the
(Like I put that bitch in the box)
One more time, they
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