Lyrics:
on a pizza
(Yeah)
Just cuz it ain't pepperoni
(Yeah)
You put an apple on pizza?
(What?)
My flow is illest
Put Pep back in business
That extra-most-bestest
Lil
the scene look hopeful
I mean, cover ain't a thing
Gotta see the sights and your hips when they swing a lil bit
12:35 gon drink a lil bit
But in moderation
I move smoke off word of mouth still stop by nana house
Put in work in sandy town gave niggas hand me downs
Lock and load she ready now I gave a fair
Diss the gang we leave you dead
This pole exotic
This hoe fire
She a real lil bouje bitch
Only hit her up when I'm off by
Give her good dick kick her
You make a nigga feel good like real special
Uplifting
Shawty so tempting
Lil momma on a mission got me standing at attention
I Bee's yo soldier
I'm
What's brackin' lil baby?
I need your name and yo number
She said she 21
Still live at home with her mother
She working at the booty club
But she
you hear me?)
Call me in the morning (yo)
Listen up lil' man, they call me Big Chip man, North London
I have fun with it, zoots and
London make
outside of the Yukon
I'm swangin' fo's, I'm slangin' hoes
Representing of the way Houston
These boys ain't ready for the age of Levy in a SS
Chevy
for but then i remember your face now I’m ready to blow brains out ........
My Lil Crazy Pumpkin You All I Ever Wanted ... Playing W Your Lil thing W
shock
43 years old and it wasn't by a cop
It was a friend turned opp
That's why you gotta watch them niggas
Cause them trigger fingers itchy when they see
Chorus
Got this lil bitch set a nigga up talking big money Bout to hit a lick ,
No I don’t won’t , to many heads , be damn if a bitch nigga snitch ,
shout out to Enzo
My turn now
Yeah
Get ready for this
Yeah
Lil Davey been spinning
Look at my face you can see that I'm grinning
How is your lil homie
don't drive-by's
Yeah we hop out, yeah do it on feet
If you ain't gon shoot bro, yeah just pass me the beam
Imma hit that boy in the head and up in his
blood but they ran for a lap
Bro was hurt bad and Frenchie wasn't havin' it
Told lil sis them niggas need to get whats got whats happenin'
Lurkin' out
Told Bri, I got her back for life
Got my back, I got his front
Play with us, get hit with this pump
Bro give me the green light, you know I'ma dump
Ain't
Cloth seats
In an old civic
Think
Dear Lord
When I'm gon get it
I mean shit
Who don't wanna be rich
I ain't asking for a lot
Just want a lil bit
I'ma spin, I'm down by two but I go for the win
Lil bro got a new FNN, you the type to wait I'ma go right in
Nigga talkin' bout come shop, his ass
ain’t ready for this upcoming prophecy, making these bangers that’s having heads spinning
Niggas be talking bout me they my enemies
I don’t give a fuck
late to pray, one day they gon' take me away
I see you cryin' bae, I know dog in heaven, I ain't fine bae
I be so ready to risk it, she hold me down
yeah(let's get it)
And this lil bitch so thick, she trying to get sturdy go
When we make this bitch shake she trying to get sturdy gang
Look A plus, yeah I
Gang Ties
1st verse
First off ima start shit
By sayin never no kappin on me
Been to the block n came back rich
Why these niggaz hating on me
Guess I really need some help
I can't do it by myself oh no
Guess I need to go to rehab
So I can cry myself to death oh no
Better mind your fucking
father
Saw 2 dots, did a digital blink (how?)
Tomorrow we'll ride for bro S1 (Ressda)
Get ready, you know what I think
You think I was done, I think that
I legged-it, from the police, when I was 13, when I stole the bevvy
cll I got back then was sum cheap rum, I drank straight, when I wasn't ready
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