Lyrics:
Dead by tomorrow
Pull up and hop out like who said what?
Pull up and hop out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money
by the way you bitch)
(I actually got beef this time bro) I'd watch yo back before I beat your ass cndre
Keep talking smack bro
(Lil Log):
Wait, you
reach the world? By all means keep pursuing it
But tell me, why they gotta diss the church
While they're doing it?
That's what I wanted to say, but I
Ski'd up, so I ain't worried about no camera
I treat the opps like dominos at the table (what?)
When it's beef and it's up, I be slammin' 'em (yeah),
and only Big Fame
Here it is, I do my thang
Spark it up, rock with us, y'all niggas tuning in or what
Now we got them listening, music trending, follow us
I can smell it in the air
No bacon
Got beef in yo eyes
No faking
God showed me Joshua like Aiken
Cause I'm saved not soft so you better start praying
a fan of the mix-up chit chat
Don't mix me if the money ain't in that
What's beef to a nigga who's Big Mac
Can't do lactose, but I like my cheese stacked
bringing pennies in
I stand beef - too many
Cheaps too little fucking Indians
Too many sips of the brew will
Make you do what we do
Play with insecurities
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
learnt that a sucka nigga come with a jealous gene
If you from the hood then you know what "whatever" mean
Some making a movie, some niggas is never seen
Ha-ha, yeah
Will I make it to see tomorrow
Ain't no tellin'
This one right here, for all the riders
No matter what side you on
Peep game
don't want beef, you just want some props (haha)
I ain't get touched, how you my opp?
Bitch, I'm too sauced
Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants
beef with gravy and potatoes
Hot rolls and butter, lettuce and tomatoes
I know, I shouldn't eat it, I got to keep my health
What's the hey, I can't help
it by the hundreds.
Young Money this aint new.
You just got up on it.
I'm Big Willy chillin nigga you just little homie.
I just flew Paris Gordon
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top
want beef? Ima have to chuck these hoes
Chickens gonna cluck? I gotta pluck these hoes
Big pimpin' lil bitch, I went and struck these hoes
Bitch I get
tamtą raną, co nie dało się zszyć
Moje serce musi bić, musi żyć
Tata, wersy wchodzą w bit, by po śmierci żyć
Jak Notorious B.I.G., big poppa
I'ma live
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
6 deep in an all black bronco
6 piece when i hit that combo
No chicken all beef
Type beat i beat my meat
Skeet on her bongos
6 speed when i ride that
Bitch, big never fold shit
Know what the fuck going on, nigga
Yop
Come on Solo
Yop
Yop
Yeaaa Niggaaa
Lately I been focused on the pape, Fuck some opp
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
If you see me in
fast as it gets, hold on
I'm 'bout to take her back with me
I don't want beef with you niggas
My beef with the system
Big bro at the end of his
brutally when I spit at you
My actions are unforgivable
Look at what clueminati did to you
The maximum lyrical
Nigga you minimal
There's a big hole in
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