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Vroom vroom vroom
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Raindrop, drop, drop top (drop top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie) Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot) We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey) I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody) Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang) Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey) My bitch is bad and boujee (bad) Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (blaow) My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage) We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah) My bitch is bad and boujee (bad) Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope) My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey) We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah) |
Niggas getting brooke thinking they could fuk with me/ My flow sick a rap legend um B.I.G/ I got a.k's and A.R u dont wanna mess with me/keep it real till I D.i.e/u can't get outta bussness nigga u so hungry/fresh to death/sucking on m'y dick with a hot breath/Ilm clean/Mean/5 dollars for the shirt and 16 dollars for the jeans/ |
What has this got to do with romance ? |
Honesty I had a long day When you're too nice some niggas will come at you the wrong way I can feel my patience going away That's why I'm good weed blowing The only nigga with 2 billion views Tho hardly get noticed slash dopest, nigga, when he got his Kush jar open Probably in the hot tub with my girls soaking watching VH1 tripping or adult swim Them nigga kinda cool but they can't flow with him After we done I smoke one then we go again I'm tall slim and I know how to stack my bread Instead of running you be throwing it back instead I run game I don't know how to slack you get money but don't know how to act that's young nigga shit I smoke strong cause it help me relax And the crib get controlled by an app I pull up with the stick Hit the switch hop out to get a bitch Tell her I ain't really nothing like the nigga she with She convinced so she hop up in my 6-4 then we dip Got papers got grinders so we lit Ima pull up with a zip |
Ye ye oh |
Um all bout cake homey Um tryna make Money Niccas suffering out here out here is Sunny Sometimes i think my girl dont luv me Sickest rapper Alive Mess with me then u die too Much niccas sining now u praying for paradise |
If I could start from scratch I wouldn't change shit Same red bandana same 45th Same g wagon same hoodrat bitch Workers in the kitchen cookin up my shit Same telephone booth same connect That mean the same hollow tips breakin up in my chest Same bloody t-shirt same address Same dog food album bangin in my tape deck Homie if I could make '94 today I'd tell easy and dre to bring back N.W.A I would have told Pac not to stomp Orlando Told puffy and B.I.G about the Rampart scandal I got too many dead homies, Bleep a rap career I'd give anything in the world to bring back my nigga Tear Seem like we was jus' in magic city yesterday If I could bring back my homeboy charles, he would say |
rice and cornbeef
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Little nigga, big money, big dreams (big dreams) Tall nigga, small nigga, big team (big team) Small teeth, 501 fit jeans (fit jeans) Some say my life can't be all that it seems (it seems) Big things (big things) Big hoes wanna go back to my spot, they say how my shit gleams (shit gleams) Remember when I was a little nigga, fifteen (fifteen) It's funny how I've grown, yea my money kinda long (kinda long, yea) And ya girl know the words to every song (song) Cause I'm a star (I'm a star) Different week, ain't no tellin' where we are (where we are) You look up, I might be gone, yea The man pose to get that cash in (cash in) Movin' I see through them lights flashin' (flashin') And no need to even ask it (naw) Bleep the world, live everyday like it's your last (last) yea (yea) |
surah rahman by sudais |
ha ha fuk up hoe |
Stepping out the motherfucking car, they're in awe (Yeah) I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me, make a wish Holler at your motherfucking boy, JR (Brr) Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (Yeah) Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit Got these other haters pissed 'cause my toilet paper thick I know But trip and that 40 make a chip out a potato-head wimp Then like ranch, I dip (Gone) And the hustle is all muscle, just strength When it comes to that weight, I don't struggle, I just lift (One, two) I got my hand on the game, yeah, I make a grip (Yeah) Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist Get key money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist (Haha) I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a love-vendor (Yeah) Little nigga 'bout to rape the market If we're talking 'bout money, baby, now we're talking |
O.G STYLES |
shek abubakar gumi tafsir suratul yunus |
cheras1:awsome |
THIS CRIB IS BEAUTTIFUL ![]()
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get away from my people u African booty scratcher |
shit um looking for hard |
nigga said wiz kid dont like him huh huh |
yvone nelson |
IF U REMY MA I GUESS THIS IS ANOTHER GUY SHE PROLLY GIVE HEAD TO AGAIN |
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