Lyrics:
you got
Me all watery in the eyes ya
Know but uh it's all good I wanna tell
You all 3 I love y'all like ya'll
Love me but if y'all know what I'm
Talkin
care?)
How he's supposed to be there? Y'all won't let him get 'em ('posed to be there)
How you posted like that on the 'Gram for a thousand?
I bet you
(fuck why y'all!) We'll be right here (you hear?)
When the gun blows (c'mon!) and the shots fall (c'mon!)
When the smoke clears (murder!) we'll be right
time to turn the page
So check it out y'all, check it, check it out
Check it out y'all, check it, check it out
Check it out y'all, check it, check it
got all the execs saying I love that sound
Timbaland was next on the agenda
A house, some stocks, three zorts for the winter
Don't y'all sappy fools
Ray Robinson, nothin' sweet
Y'all too out of shape to even box with me
Heavyweight, I know my way around the ring
Just like shorty know her way
in this bitch
Hoes love cooder, smooth duder, cudua
I am climbing, I am climbing, and I know why
Y'all know I keep it funky motherfucka, better get it
Durk cap, he had a local jeweler, he said he went to Izzy (yeah, yeah)
Y'all cap, we slid for real, we just don't mention shit, we busy (shh, facts)
Five white boys but they not NSYNC (yeah, woo)
Fuck what y'all think
Fuck everything that you say about me
My dawgs like to play Madden and 2K
But
U ain't bout that life
So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back on y'all
U ain't bout that life
So just
wanna come at me from all sides
I'm gettin money, don't think I just be lettin shit slide
I'm very concerned with fashion ain't my fault y'all don't
What's happening?
The Hot Boys got some feelings
They like to get off they chest
And if these niggaz
Feel like we feel, then y'all niggaz real
to make records y'all way
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never
goin' at niggaz pockets
The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit
Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit
Then help me find my shit
[Cam'ron talking]
Dipset! Killa, in the building, want to welcome y'all back.
Diplomatic Imunnity 2.
You know a lot of shit been going on, a lot
consider as dogs
I wish I could break a package down and send it to y'all
I know ya feelin me behind them penitentiary walls
Put me on the visit list
He tried to play me, **** got all crazy
And things just wasn't the same
So I ran up on him then pulled my *** out
And I blew out his brains
y'all
it, what y'all don't understand?
It's just the dog in me
And that's just the way I am
Lil man with the big checks
Lil man that's got big girls
from, and invite y'all all down to any country town
[Chorus]
Now before I pack and things and leave,
There's sumthin I need yall to understand,
I
goin' at niggaz pockets
The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit
Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit
Then help me find my shit
know how we do, nigga
We come out with nothin' but the raw shit on
Let me tell you niggas somethin', man
y'all niggas is fucked (We here, lord)
Y'all
the best of me
But you ain’t seen nothin’
Y’all don’t wanna see the rest of me
Homeboy, I got the recipe on lock next to me
I’m the future
What they sayin’
slacks
Flyest be the reason that my shit cracks
'Cus when I'm on the beats
I'm fuckin' all y'all up, all y'all up
The I get up on the mic and scoop
y'all never
Get over on me
Niggas out here moving just like Sheep and I could never live like that
And they wonder why I ain't give up
Cuz nigga I ain't
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