Lyrics:
it, nigga
Emi, what's up
Screen recording Daniel, we got Emmie in the cut
When you're a Valorant E-girl, E-sex is a must
You got a forehead longer than
)
Yeah, history in the making
Part two, it's so crazy right now
I look and stare so deep in your eyes
I touch on you more and more every time
When you
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
goin' on
Now what'cha gonna do, so
Grab your partner, do-si do
Now if you don't know who it is, it's Coolio
Slide, slide, but that's the past
I got
I got testimony for niggaz
You doin what you do but when the shoe gets flipped
Standin on the other foot got your boots and shit
When you back up
[master p]
You know what?
This ghetto got me so crazy
My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring away from death
Ain't this fucked up
Big
one another,
I don’t listen to what people say no mo,
I judge em by their actions that’ll tell the truth for show,
It gots to be the East when I chunk
and its my time to shine.
Would you believe me if I told you...
It was my time to die.
I've wished for this all night.
So show yourself, I will fight, I
the hood, you dig
(that's where I'm at Eastside)
Its Dip-Set, Eastside (come on!), lets ride
[Verse 1]
They got me livin' like (what!),I ain't worried 'bout
next?
It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait two weeks
I want it all, don't say I won't
Get it
trap, come through the front
Jack boys ridin', tryin' to find what they want
Ball last night, 4 G's what I spun
Before you fuckin' wit me, better take his
the name nigga
Peep the Iceberg jeans, the ice chain nigga
And if I got beef I let
The whole world know it
So if you got beef let
The whole world know it
happenin'? White boys shootin' up a church
What's happenin'? My nigga 2-2 just got some work
What's happenin'? You can get it if you got it, nigga
But I
twenty-four/seven
Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it
Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies
Love to floss, no secret stun'ner's
Niggas
twenty-four/seven
Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it
Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies
Love to floss, no secret stun'ner's
Niggas
pop it 4 the pimp, bitch get your ass out of town
You got to take it off and let me see it, with no delay
So, if you miss the pimp, let me hear you
the hook
(Let's go)
Okay now, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Watch me as I go and take a leap and I elevate
Be who I wanna be, read what I
for me the way I feel for you
Chaka Khan let me tell you what I wanna do
I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too
So let me take you in my
for me the way I feel for you
Chaka Khan let me tell you what I wanna do
I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too
So let me take you in my
by a magnitude of three
And have you seen that maps are different in every country
And Antartica
Is it a ring
Or what they showed us
An ice wall
What'chu think I pack four-fives for? (get 'em)
Main events we gotta fly for (drip)
Doesn't matter what the ride cost (skrt!)
Two doors but it drive four
upstairs (Jesus)
Suicidal thoughts got you wonderin' what's up there (Lord)
And while they introduce a party, they say it's up there
Too many pills, so
gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna take my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Oh,
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But
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