can win a vocal fight, wid no screamin' or a shout Why do this, Fly dismiss, dis opponents with his hiss Maybe baby that's the way my gravy gets encouragement Intelligence my
be bigga cause you makin cheese Half the shit you makin bitch, glorifyin Gangsta B. Thinkin bout my nigga clout, Playa Fly's in the house Fly so high
reppin' my hood, and I ain't gonna stop Fightin' to get paper, while the pistols pop These police hate me, and wanna close my shop Yeah, street flavor
And Thats All I Know Yeap In My White Tee And Nikes You Might Sight Me Slightly Heifin Might See Dry Heav Die We Shall Not Need I-V's Beside Me Siamese
how we too grown up that we unknowners and My persona is rock and rollish your nigga told us every word That you quoted, said I wouldn't be the one that
of the jug with cup of and Malibu rum Baby that's what's up Then you fill the rest of the jug With pineapple juice, and it's cracking The only defect
Face cause that's my father ain't talkin to Bun cause that's my uncle ain't talkin to Kast cause them ma patnas ain't talkin to Jigga cause that's my
: I?m trying to change this music, my nizzle It?s official, I?m tired of hearing heaters that whistle and sizzle when gangstas pull out they pistols
echoes] [shot] [kids ovation] [shots] [Verse 2:] Last name (Pay Me) - first name (Fuck you!) You collect and call me by my alias, it's ? Find me with your bitch my
Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields [Hook x2] [Pharell] I'm Mr. Baller, nigga I'm Mr. Baller What's
like Never disrespect a nigga grippin the tec, it's my shit Put the flow in affect with my clique Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my
your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh) That's like my brother, lucky mothers We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh) Or like my nigga Pete
: [Intro: Lil Wayne & Nurse] Where's my coffee? Good Morning Docter Carter (Hey Sweetie) Looks like it's going to be a long day. (Ahh another one what
That Got Love For Me See I Got Money On My Mind But The Haters Wont Leave Me Alone So Im Ridin Everyday With Every Pistol Everyday With Every Pistol Look [Verse 2
Father I Would Give My Life Back For It That Knife That Sword That Gun That War Make Ya So Called Soldiers Just Run Like Gore Yeah Frank that is From
'm throwin' my wrist out Got quarters in this house, ki's in that van, Got ounces in her ride, and G's in that bag Shhh, You hear that, here come Weezy
You Father I Would Give My Life Back For It That Knife That Sword That Gun That War Make Ya So Called Soldiers Just Run Like Gore Yeah That [?] From