Lyrics:
hiphop with you, right here
Y'all remember where y'all was when y'all first heard these tracks
You was still in your daddy's balls
Y'all know what it is
blood on my bills, you don't know how that feel
I ain't leaving till he spilt, put his brains on the floor
Put the ball in y'all court and y'all still
the sauce I got the gravy all that shit
You had a girl, she broke your heart?
Who gives a fuck y'all aint shit
Cryin all the time y’all ain’t
Sad all
bi-lingual
But I no speak
And when I do that shit is not cheap
Nothing like y’all top seats
Y’all ain’t seeing clear numbers
Court side
Close live tv
year long, y'all outta shape, boy
We had no pots to piss in till we had pots in kitchen
Y'all want that processed food, but baby, this that lobster
the flame
Y’all nigga dummies hope y’all understand
I’m in these streets got on Gucci flip flops
I’ll make y’all see y’all see me on the topic top
Whoever
chocolate big thighs and the other one was a redbone
Where y'all goin y'all thick as hell
What's your name I wanna get up with y'all tonight shit
I got some
of y'all pussies is whack
Some of y'all pussies is rats
Half of y'all pussies is trash
And the other half of y'all is dying tonight
What the fuck do that
fuckin' raw
I upped the score, I want for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"
And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me,
I'm pissin off the gospel singas
I'm tryin to feed my kids
Y'all niggas can die slowly
Cause to me it sound like a bunch of karaoke
Aye yo fuck
If I had a magic wand
And I were your only one (like that, y'all)
I would give you everything
I'd make you feel like a king (like that, y'all
and shake the rafters loose, that's the truth
I want to see somebody jumpin',
Ain't no way y'all are getting something for nothing
Visualize and execute,
to y'all
Y'all niggas fuck around with my baby
That's the end of 'em all
I had his face over a T-shirt
And his name on a wall
And when we fuck, she screams
man, what?)
They be on my page like, "Slide for Von", I know they trollin' me (cap)
Outside with y'all big homie, be on, I keep them folks with me
[Nas]
I'm just a black man why y'all made it so hard damn
Niggaz gotta go create their own job
Mr. Mayor imagine if this was your backyard
Mr.
industry,
I don't know the language
But play the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho
Y'all gettin' away with murder like the white bronco
Bunch
waitin' with thugs
To beat you down until ya shit got traces of blood
Y'all are new jacks to rap soundin' spacey and bugged
I been spittin' since ya
Soul is real, old, my nigga, couple of centuries
See these niggas act stupid when the weather get warm
Y'all been lettin' these fuck niggas slide too
split him
It ain't no cap in my rap
I don't fuck with y'all niggas, see me in the club
Don't speak, don't ask for no dap
Just me and the gang
told you ride with a weapon
Same homie that seen them niggas and told you don't care if I get arrested
Somehow y'all lost touch, Corey constantly blame
the worst way
I bring light to the night, put the sun in the earth's way
Balls of the outlaw, hanging out the draws
Of the dark blue house, y'all
Standing
[glass shatters, man yells]
You've just been cracked, another Smoov Jizzell production
Buck and Bun be y'all niggaz can't see this nigga
Ca$hville
ourselves
I got a new life and this hold up
Go start splashing that Cold Duck
We celebrating like a motherfucker
Y'all brought it back like sho 'nuff
We
a artifact
They can't never hang me on the wall, though
We presidents, nigga, we push buttons
Rest of y'all just react
Victory Lap, nigga, this
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