Lulu Yeah nigga, let me get a light, smoking this mimosa
Why the popo so vexed for, they raid the wrong house We had the dope and money next door, uh The water on my neck pure and I ain't even get the back end yet from my next tour That's what they so upset for, they broke so they gon' stress more I keep my gun on me, you left yours My money in line that's why I'm good with the connect for Dog food in the trunk like I just left the pet store (Talk to 'em) Free the brody they got my dude up in the mountains When we was fifteen, we used to shoot up niggas houses Started with an eight ball and then I moved a couple ounces I fucked nigga's baby mommas, even seduced a couple spouses I just blew a couple thousand on shoes that ain't even out yet Pussy good? Get a new outfit. Christian [?] if her mouth wet Niggas ain't richer than me I doubt that Set the streets on fire and niggas ain't put me out yet, Machine bitch
I told my shooter when you shooting you unload It's funny how we open laundry mats to wash the money from the load, laundry mat rap My Spanish homie on the west he think he Tony when he sniff he lose control And he don't care who out there when he slide he gon' pull up and start emptying the [?] And everybody goes nigga
I say the word niggas gon' run down With F&N drum rounds you getting gunned down Tried to hide my pole in the closet and my son found it So I had to shoot this SK I gotta teach my son now How you gangsta you ain't never do shit You ain't never shoot shit, never been to jail I could tell you a bitch (pussy) We was peddlin' sniff, told my brody let's fuck with this rap shit He said he'd rather sell a few bricks He said that's like me telling you quit when you the best at what you do ain't nobody on your level who spit Came from the bottom from shoveling shit Now it's thirty pointers in my bezel, my oyster perpetual wrist Your bitch could tell you I'm rich, she came to my tele the ritz And I gave her impeccable dick I keep this Mac-11 I grip, I let off a clip when I throw my gun in the air [?] stick
I told my shooter when you shooting you unload Let that shit go nigga, let that shit rip It's funny how we open laundry mats to wash the money from the load, wash and fold My Spanish homie on the west he think he Tony when he sniff he lose control, papi And he don't care who out there when he slide he gon' pull up and start emptying out the [?] And everybody goes nigga Yeah nigga, everybody goes. You, you, and him too nigga Greenlight on all you niggas, niggas know what the fuck is up, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
