Lyrics:
surprises
Its P pussy
Please push me
Remember when we used walk in and they seen 3 rookies?
A nigga never been as broke as me
I like that
Still we never
this drank, bitch, I step in heels
God, my head hurt, I been poppin' so many damn pills
Now my bread hurt, I just bought a crib up in the Hills
Got
stallions in my stable
Fuck what them hoes say, Canseco, we balling
But this ain't no ball game and I ain't got no bat
And all y'all niggas small change,
stallions in my stable
Fuck what them hoes say, Canseco, we balling
But this ain't no ball game and I ain't got no bat
And all y'all niggas small change,
now (go)
Thirty P plank, finna meet with Bob now (Bob)
Put her in a pent', I won't even stop out (mmm-mmm)
Me and Eggo courtside, call him Tata (like
"
Lets go to a party" muhfucka
Rap Game Bob Barker the price is right
Got diamonds in your fucking sight
6'2 the height and I smell like top flight
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
my bro hit the back he get slop top
High fivin while she in the middle this our thot
Yo bitch she get cbg'd
Now he gon crash out
Don't be a crash dummy
We pop out in yo city, bitch
We pop out with this glock, nah (swear)
We popped out in yo city, bitch
They waiting for my drop, nah (what?)
I might
We still soakin' it all in ourselves
Hollywood Hav', yeah nigga, V.I.P., yeah
It's our means, Curtis, 'Billion Dollar Budget? Jackson
Go 'head be mad
inside this shit
That boy betta duck and bob and weave the way we slidin in this bitch
This hoe wanna fuck whoever in charge the one wit the rank and shit
lunch by lakes
MJand meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap life, I paid my dues
out, then shoot a nigga out?
Dead bodies in my dreams, Bob Marley on my couch
Pass me the blunt, he was smokin' when he died
You really think Elvis
Coke, pills or leaves nigga (need nigga, need nigga)
I still get what you need nigga (need nigga, need nigga)
Coke, pills or leaves nigga
Bitch I'm
brought some change to finish my load
I load millions and more millions
Money to the ceilings?
Nigga, No Ceilings
Step up in this bitch, 5 o'clock in
inside
I'm a petty nigga, I got vicious pride
Rollie meteorite, we on different time
I roll with gorillas, nigga, still I get the lionshare
My hustle
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
the bitch fly, see how fast we can go
They hated, I made this shit happen, I slept on a pallet
Post at the trap with the ratchet, I used to fuck with
a lot of dough, and a little bit of time
Bitch I wanna fuck, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is
Orheezyx
Hahahahhahahahahaha
B.O.B Bitch A.G.T type shit
What's up Up Next
What i'm stepping in
They not in stores
But they still on my feet
What I'm
wanna stray, there's a way out (way out)
Keep your mind on your money, enroll in school
And as the years pass by, you can show them fools
But you ain't
on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two
kid and let the haters hate
i turned my bathtub into a grow womb
if you walk by when my sister's in full blown
thats going bitch
sit by myside she sits
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