so you're one them freaks Get geeked at the sight of an ATM receipt But game been peeped, dropping names she's weak Trickin' off this bitch is lost Must
themselves There is no other trick 'my lover stole my girlfriend' 'i keep beating up my ex' 'i want to kill my neighbour' 'my daughter's selling sex' 'my s/m lover hurt me' 'my
sticky with it Ughh, get your name back Not that, ughh Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin' cable Hands all in his pants, feet all on my table Niggas
ya Go downtown and eat it like a vulture See my hips and my tips, don?t ya See my a** and my lips, don?t ya Lost a few pounds and my whips for ya This
the winter Miami in December trying to look bored in them Dior's. she probably is, Was acting shallow 'til she found out how deep that my pockets is Mrs. pre-Madonna, this is
so hot, they so not, Shiiiit, them other niggas is lame, See you on the sidelines, time to put you in the game, Coca be the name, party's up in Diddy'
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage And someone will say what is lost can never be saved Despite all my
even break the skin I wear my jeans so low you can see my booty crack got chrome painted rims on my 86'pontiac with fuzzy dice in a rigged up black/white my
full of fucking tricks Still remain with my pistol in my palm cocked Addition and money in my pocket So I'm a dip into my bag and grab my motherfucking
Name me one, I'll wait Nigga it is what it is, we made it do what it do Just remember this here, uh, huh This for my aces and my spades, all of my N.
ride to the beat be scorchin' Like the middle of the summer, tryna sit on the porch No shade and your body be torchin' Keep my name out ya mouth with
my way) We be thuggin' around my way This is how we play Every day it's the same old same Around my way Around my way Around my way Come around my way, my
the pin 'cuz I seek the light On my grind, my grind's my life My life's my hood, my home is slums My boys is deep, hoes is young Funk is here, I'm out
this ho named Tiki, she got homies we can twist All we need's some chronic and a motherfuckin' fifth Is you wit me Llocc? What's mine is yours and what
I be right there I blew my horn 'cause I don't knock, the only thing That's on my mind is fuckin' this bitch and puttin' her ass out But yo, this shit is
you mention southern rap remember the name All you magazine niggas gettin caught up in the new shit Just remember what the truth is My mind playin tricks on me, Scarface is
is all my warriors is lovin my rep how I took it to the world from the project steps playin touch with my broad like my children and it ain't like back