Lyrics:
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
but in Tennessee another bugged out nigga stunts
{B.G.}
fuckin with me huh? you fuckin with the wrong one
that fire spit from my K have your
: Lil' O]
Extra extra read all about it
Fat rat with da cheese blew up these boys doubt it
These broads wanna speak now freak cause I was down g
Now
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
(Yo, yo check this out, yeah motherfuckers)
(Come on motherfuckers, B.I.G. motherfuckers)
Too much smoke in here man
Crack a fucking window man,
huh
A bit bleak
I swear I haven't eaten alone since last week
Got two telephones one special for the freaks
I swear this how it feels to be G!
(What it
I ain't tryna stop ya
(Shine) From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) Skritin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) Check my baby mama
(Shine) Whip Rovers, not
you right by my side I’ll make shit seem like resorts
Yeah I’ll make things seem like a resort
And if you keep it G and vibing with me then yes ofc
Christmas
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
One bitch two bitch but I want you bitch
Cupid didn't miss never felt like this
Every time I see you I feel
me no sooner than I say what I'm
Thinkin' what I thought of
Two niggas run up on me and
They tellin' me to follow
And now they askin' me what hood I
to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
wouldn't even count, lil bitch this our year
I do it for my fam, 20 racks on gifts
Bitch we blowin' gas, roll me up a spliff
Now what you think a young
Dipper
Haters are haters, I love you lil' niggas
Have Roka snuffin' your jaw
Call him Rokamouth
Dirty ragamuffin not for nothing
I been knockin' out
Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant
Motherfucker, Mr. Flamboyant
Yes, motherfucker
As a youngster I never knew
a miracle"
And I say a miracle cause this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr. Soul
Nigga, you scary
I've been knowin' you for years
We was high school peers, in junior high
I was itchin' to kill
And you was ready to die
While you
Of course she gon' slide in my
She wanna ride with a G
I like my Chevy seen high, when I ride by
24 inches got me all up in the sky
I'm a rider, a rider
Lil
pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
Opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
make a date through tonight,
and then before hell breaks loose,
I'll just turn up the juice.
I say:
Hey all you people my name is mr smalls,
and some
Started schemin hollywood
Got excited bout my writing in two
Years i wrote three scripts!
No one bought them it was rotten
And i almost lost my shit
Can’t
the melt when I was young
paramedics couldn't even find his tongue
that's when I started totin' my heat to call a G
my family was deep but wasn't goin in
your man, I ain't tryna stop ya
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) - Skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's
(Shine) -
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