Lyrics:
wife to a slapper
I done things in the field straight mazza mazza
Piss me off off imma
I got young doing a reload A.C.T just finessed a kilo
This bitch
I see people hating other people
Tell me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
By the time
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
mad cause they
Wife might get sliced
If it's only a boring night
I'm a young nigga, worth a lot
Of money, walkin' with a pole
Fuck a fist fight
I think
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine
Well the South Coast is
[Chorus]
Sophisticated, educated
That's what I get from you
That's what I see in you...
You spoke the latest, fly young lady
Do what you wanna do
To a young Mexican couple, a baby was born;
Just as the baby cried, thunder and lightnin' died
Moon gave it's light to the world and the stars did the same
To a young Mexican couple, a baby was born
Just as the baby cried, thunder and lightnin' died
Moon gave it's light to the world and the stars did the same
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Ay yo man, we got Juug motherfuckin' man
We got the Thugger Thugger, we got Lil Uzi
What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo
I got dreams, 60k no limousine
A simple life, supportive wife, all I really need
I got dreams, young son, nothing too extreme
Raise him right so he
chinchillas) and I was raised with
Niggas with get-money intentions
Lot of young niggas gettin' made but I'm the realest (I'm the realest)
Give a fuck about
money
I remember when you and me used to ball, we had it all, and we took a fall
I came up in cokeland, better known as Oakland
Your weed could sell,
Yeah, huh..
[Kyleon]
Sometimes I ask myself, what is life like
What would I be without this rap, without a mic life
Or will I die young, like my
of her life
Making you think that you got a wife
You having your time for 1 night
So hungry you ate up the lies
Fed to you by the devil in disguise
The imperial
(Maybach Music)
Money through the roof, and got it falling through the sky
Got me counting money on a Percocet high
Perpetuate
niggaz runnin they mouh, niggaz cessed you out
That's how it goes down
What happened to the days when we could hug a block
flippin rocks and just get money
hoes get the most, not the lesser
Pringlez so hard , don't need a Enzyte
Young nigga pimping like dolomite
Gun Hill road by the deli and im rolling dice
Yea I’mma hater, fuck yo wrists
Yea I’mma hater, fuck yo life
Yea I’mma hater, nigga fuck yo money
Fuck your car, nigga fuck yo clique
Yea I’mma
on a mast
In harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell:
A limb was broken when they lifted him
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son,
paid away babies of ten or more women
Spade had a wife by the name of Ann,
She'll tell you how fame can change a man
Cuz Spade was a drunk, and Spade was
the money, but act like she loyal, I don't feel the love (21)
I'm so rich, get bored, might wake up, buy me a car just 'cause (on God)
Her titties is hard
one pan
'Cause I'mma be as hungry as the last man
A young but I'm the nigga with the damn plan
I keep it G like a crip in the '80s
And man I beat your
.jpg/300px-Dream_Wife_(band).jpg "Dream Wife")
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