Lyrics:
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah aj you
Snapped on this beat bro yeah yeah skrr
So tell me how do you feel
When you feeling cold got you stressing alone
I
nigga drinking all my secrets when my nut cum
The tell him give it back all on my face boy when you bust one
By the time I eat em up
Them tired bitches
of em
You don’t even gotta worry bout it girl, I will never tell ya secrets
I ain’t even gonna lie if I tell you mine, tell me would you keep it ?
Pull In
baby making
Gotta chop that freak sitting next to me
Bitch look like some nialating
Hey sunday morning 'round eleven roll by interupting in
all the solvin' (yeah)
Been thinkin' 'bout my friends and I can't tell them what is wrong
Send 'em all "Okay", then hit the button, I'm keepin' strong
the years that I known her, trick never had a job
Unemployed that'll get a bitch depressed
But unlike them other, boys she watched me kill 'em with finesse
Antisocial I ain't talkin to em
And my patnas anti homie watch the Way you walk up to em
Fuck a drive by I'm from a city where Niggaz walk up to em
Top floor type shit
Chandeliers with marble floors boy
My baby momma just put me on child support
Fuck a warrant, I ain't going to court
Don't
it on a nigga back
Tell em give me all the money
This ain't no movie you ain't got to act
Tell him that i'm fucking looney
That i will murk em put them
(Hook 1x) Chanel matching from head to toe grab my keys and hit the door jump in my rover and smash the gas tell that boy by I’m
I’m out here
having fun wit 'em
By my smell you could tell I don't give a fuck
Ina cut, rollin up indicas
I ain't hangin, so nah I ain't pickin up
Saw straight through
How far are you willing to go
When you test us we test nuts boy
Better part the sea and pin the scriptures we read 'em
Gotta get 'em where it hurt
hear
Stomp thru the street make 12 call dispatch
Strut like a model drip damn near mismatch
Tell em pull up wit the cash like I'm kidnapped
Coupe
come and rock with me everybody rocking out
I make em jump till there's a hole in the fucking ground
Pose for a picture, nigga I am so off the Richter
around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay
[Ghostface
Yenkakyerewo
Make dem tell you before yh
I still dey rise when dem want make we fall yh
Russo back again
Joeynado
Tell 'em say New Gen back again
Wah mi seh
We
Yeah they tell me sugar coat it, dumb it down but I can't
Might as well could deny the Jesus and be ashamed but I ain't I'm a saint
Til the day I
I say that pain never heal foreal that money keep me going foreal
I was blinded by yo love tell me why you left foreal
Them drugs get inside me I
it's not about the paper
Friends no they fakers i see through ya make up
Run and tell it then i'll have to gun em all
6 feet the body put ya soul in
gotta dip
City boys up, I'm fuckin'
That's my city girl got no respect
I been this way since a jitty boy
Keep steppin', nigga, give 'em to me
Had me
choking green by the pound
[Frayser Boy]
I'm rolling with the Three 6 let em peep this
Make the heat spit Leave em speechless
You don't won't no beef trick
[Intro]
Reporter: So, tell me... How do you feel about 'Jack the Ripper'?
[Evil Thriller laughter]
(Get him!)
[Verse 1]
Want me to get him? Well I
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
You ain't gotta say too much
By the look in ya eyes
I can tell you want my body
You ain't gotta say too much
By the look in ya eyes
I can tell you
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