Lyrics:
His mommy is a bitch, his daddy is a snitch
A naughty boy is what he is
Talk to my hand
I don´t understand
Talk to my hand
"The trick to survive in
sirens in your climax
My dreams filled with flashbacks hate it when I backtrack
That's why I hate to sleep always catch me takin' cat naps
My bitch bad
killed my homie and I'm restless
Gotta get 'em back
A nigga with a MAC and a death wish
Tears in my eyes, don't cry
Look up to the sky and wonder why
Do
20 in my pocket finna bounce out
Do this shit foreal lil nigga i don't want clout
Don't even bring the bread to me unless it the full amount
Niggas
to give me third degree, you just a third of me (ooh)
Couldn't be the shit if you were a turd of me
A man tight with my funds, crush like Ricky D
Who
know they won't stay down
Now I'm in the game I might give a bitch da' breakdown
Don't be out here fuckin' with these lames tryna hurt me
I know, I
niggas is spoiled
Can't talk to That nigga cause he a lil boy
I stay with a prop nigga this not a toy
And my bestie a bad lil bitch from detroit
I rap by
Uh Welcome to the Cruise Edition
Yeah
Let me take you to church this evening
I done fought all my demonds
Say you don't believe in demons
Gave me
freeze, freeze
Now DJ bring the music please
I'm the life of da party
It don't take much, for me to get started
Every time you see me, I'm with a bunch
and why?
It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper,
and why?
It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper,
You're losing me, this not for me, only for you, I guess its time to confess
(Uh)
I got a lot on my mind but this aint about me
You got a daughter she's 15
in my lungs giving me oxygen
Give me a hug, 6 feet or 6 feet under sun
Different type of love
Momma didn't abort her
Daddy taught her; you can't beat
from the stunts, I always struck out.
The one y'all likes is takin' hikes, if you can't pull a buck out.
So now I gots to dedicate my next plate to all
That's facts
Still knockin' at my door
I ain't answerin' shit
My daddy told me
Don't let no fuckin' basins in
Don't let no fuckin' basins in
Beatstars.com
is OD
I'm on a role they say I'm doing too much
What else do you want
Why can't you stay in one line
I don't know what you mean I created my own
I
Made a million off a logo with my thumb up
Y'all just getting in the game, 'cause you butt fuck
Whoa, no shots, no shots, no no (If I sing it's
(Clap your hands y'all, it's alright)
If tomorrow is judgment day (Sing Mommy)
And I'm standing on the front line
And the Lord asks me what I
(Clap your hands y'all, it's alright)
If tomorrow is judgment day (Sing Mommy)
And I'm standing on the front line
And the Lord asks me what I
off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with
don't got
You can blame it on the way that my daddy raised me
cnd That's the same way I'm gonna raise my babies
Everyday is a blessing and I ain't
never met my daddy so I feel all empty
Like why he never call or why don't he come get me
And momma under legalistic teachings and lies
So she beat me
ain't even gotta try
Money on my mind
Dollar signs in my eyes
I might take me a shit but don't take no shit
My daddy made a pimp I might take ya bitch
I
'all niggaz be yappin to make me sick of it
Hit you wit shit that y'all niggaz never ever forget
Fuckin wit my niggaz just like you playin russian roulette
Ooh
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