Lyrics:
a secret, don’t be with allat extra (with allat bs)
Meanwhile I’m by my compressor, thinking bout you yo’ head game some pressure
I think we look good
The type that you love fuckin with,
Cause you on that Yvette shit,
Letting Rodney in yo crib,
Cooking dope,
On yo stove
Strip you down,
You neva stole,
Feds
bitch
That was tryna steal his cash
(This the first time)
Squad go hard, we got Rick Grimes
Lil Beef, stole yo fucking bitch, with some lit rhymes
Did
down
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
If I had a million dollars then I'd be rich
If ya ho was on deck then I fuck yo bitch
It's Gotti in the cut with the Don
nawf
People run and tellin’ the police
Bout everything they saw boy you a bitch
You told Yo Gotti I drew down on you
(Oh, for real?)
C-Bo can’t save you,
'Cause I got cheddar to get, I'ma foul and ???
With two co-defenders, drive by, Tah, and I
Said the dead don't die unless they fuck with Ja
If sellin
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
a strap
She felt it on the lap dance bet he hit a tap dance
Bullets give him moves
It's crazy all these dances making twelve news
I don't fuck with cops
this hell hole
Keep that strap on me so much it feel like its velcro
Stuck inside the field with these vultures I'ma scarecrow
I can't do this shit by
Turn, turn
Do you love me for me? (One)
Or love me for the flick? (One)
This shit confusin' me (ah)
Had to strap myself with the drip (ah, ah)
AKs filled, with syllables, your physical is ridiculed
When the tool bullets go and enter you
Pull up on yo block, with a strap in my lap
When I see
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
is gritty
I could make it anywhere
Cause done made it in the city
Winning by my own standers
Came up with gun handlers
Kool J in the game move with
kings with a dream
Sellin that d
Tall-t jabo jeans, gas tank on E
Its some money by the store
You know a king gone eAT
Bad bitch caught my eye
But she
of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?
Kim is yo' flow hot?
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
Yo lips
You know
I never felt like this
Nahhhh
You gottem going
Eww eww
And I won't tell No lie
Eww eww
She with me do or die
Eww eww
I put that on my
left by his mans
That's fucked up
Can't fuck with a lot of niggas
Know them killers
Better hit them niggas
They don't show they flaws
But swear they
on new
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if
in the trap
Throw up all over M-C's
Yo i yak when i rap
Rest in peace to the track
Yo this shit is a wrap
I'm mean with the skills
I'm ill with
TEC-9 is the life of the party
Making moves after killing fools
Doing drive bys my brand new Ferrari
Nigga know I'll pull up with that pistol
Have you
and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Field marshals, elites and the chief
Soldiers we better take heed and realize
Signs of the times, stand by yo 9,
Watch out
plumbing
And you missing yo shot if I hear it coming
Why niggas went distant like misses Tubman why you niggas went missing like you went with Tubman
Why
to the trap (you should be proud of me)
This my letter to the trap
I know time flies by
I ain't shit in your eyes
I been fuckin' with this rap game, I
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