Lyrics:
with the shits yeah
We was door to door
They ain't let us in
Guess they didn't wanna see us win
Before the Henny was an option
We was sipping Gin before
had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya daddy the pen (uh huh) swerve on em
Actin' bad off that gin (yeah) swerve on em
Hit his block and act again
had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya daddy the pen (uh huh) swerve on em
Actin' bad off that gin (yeah) swerve on em
Hit his block and act again
wassup l'l' bitch
Ooh, yeah
Wassup l'l' bitch, wassup l'l' bitch, wassup l'l' bitch
Ooh, yeah
Ah, shit
Got me fucked up, bitch, all that staring
We can
discouraging problems on ten
Pass me the hen nigga pass me the gin
I'm drowning again feeling like
This shit will not end
Can't phone no friends
Where to begin
shit look yo easy
I do this shit way to easy
And they want to do it like me
Cause I do this shit way to easy
Apple Juice & Gin
Got to get my paper mother
need a whisk
Pay attention to the fine print (shit)
Lose track of the week
I blink twice then it's the weekend
That shits fine by me
Wake up
Uh
Yeah
2Wise in this bih doe
Aye this shit make me feel like, like I'm in Fight Night
Champion or some shit
At least that's what I feel like
Look
mon chum?
Gibson 335 dans l'tapis, on joue pas du xylophone (fuck off)
So straight gin dans mon red plastic cup
J'aime la vie, j'get wild sauf que
stop
I saw my paper stackin' so I had to rush me a Benz, shit
I love the life that I live
Yeah, was the greatest of them all (a hustler)
I ran my
stop
I saw my paper stackin', so I had to rush me a Benz, shit
I love the life that I live
Yeah, was the greatest of 'em all (a hustler)
I ran my
I'm asking cause my shit is absolute
(Yeah yeah yeah)
You just popped a deuce and wanna fuck now
(Fuck now)
Please don't pour that Fireball up now baby
Yeah, ATLiens style on y'all ass
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration holla)
(Young Hov' in the place to be, Big Boi in
, and I flush the shit, now I'm done with shit, peanuts are in shit, gin tastes like shit, Finigin's the shit, cocaine's the shit
Eat shit Eat shit Eat
your money where your mouth is at nigga yeah.
I have you rockin' dazie dukes and Reebok pumps nigga yeah, yeah.
L.O.D. style for 94 yeah and it's on
yeah
Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me)
Get your ice, get your cups, 'cause we 'bout to get fucked in here
You heard
do shit
Gin in my cup it got me loose yeah
I could give a fuck about your two cents
LA to the A I flip the deuce up
You talking all that talk but you
do shit
Gin in my cup it got me loose yeah
I could give a fuck about your two cents
LA to the A I flip the deuce up
You talking all that talk but you
hella paid? I think it might be
Yeah my pockets hella straight
And I smoke so much dope I got OG in my IV
So many niggas jackin' that shit don't even
Talkin' big money, bitch, uh
That little shit you talkin' 'bout
That's lunch money
We don't even smoke that
And this shit gon' be like this for
whoah
Nigga don't listen yeah
Nigga don't hear no shit no yeah
I don't fear shit no yeah
Going hard all my gifts oh yeah
Ok
Hundred five shit oh yeah
shit
Niggas querem diss
Não vão conseguir
Ela ignorava, a fama aumentou hoje está na minha dick
Bad bitch, tem 2 weeks na city
Yeah yeah
Flash nas
in it
You talking the shit it get switched up literally
I send my bitch in with no pigment
He green as a bitch he got set by Kimberly
It's the 3 6 show
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Sipping tonight
Tryna get wavy I sip on the Gin and the Sprite
Ball up tonight
Smoking that good shit yeah I'ma be
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