(Boomp)
(Mm, mm)
Hey (Hey), see how they try to pin it on me (Boomp)
And if the cap fit, fit it on me
Got love in every hood, they been waitin' for me (Mm, mm)
Hey, I'm 'bout to blow on my women down shit
I got about a million on me (Boomp)
Come for the ride, my niggas, come on (Yes)
Come for the ride, all my bitches, come on (Mm, mm)
New endeavors, we do whatever, we glue the deficit
Seizes the sideline, nigga, come on (Boomp)
Look, see how we go back (Back)
Diggin' the soul out thе bitch, come on (Mm, mm)
Found a way to escape, comе on
On my journey, don't turn me into an ape, come on
Delanie, where my asparagus?
I do the thing, King King Kong
Energy ginseng, my Buju Banton (Flow)
You ain't with me, you niggas gun run (Oh)
Bobby Digital, bang up your head, bong-bong (Boomp, boomp, boomp)
I be the sensei (Ayy)
Make sure you know, don't ever go against me (Mm, mm)
You could end up a victim 'fore I come out the next (Play, play)
Hey (Hey), see how they try to pin it on me (Boomp)
And if the cap fit, fit it on me
Got love in every hood, they been waitin' for me (Mm, mm)
Hey, I'm 'bout to blow on my women down shit
I got about a million on me (Boomp)
Better do what the king say (Ayy)
God in the flesh, lookin' like Kunta Kinte (Uh)
You done ordered a few bodies, that nigga been glazed
Lay 'em out in the display (Boomp)
Got her lovin' the way I make shit shift
While I'm keepin' 'em strong, handle your bitch (What?)
Bust your head and I make it split
Give it good while I make it hard to forget (What?)
Every rep, every interval
How we fuckin' shit up, trouble is at a minimal
Global bitches kill in New York way down to Senegal
Hey (Hey), see how they try to pin it on me (Boomp)
And if the cap fit, fit it on me
Got love in every hood, they been waitin' for me (Mm, mm)
Hey, I'm 'bout to blow on my women down shit
I got about a million on me (Boomp)
Come for the ride, my niggas, come on (Yes)
Come for the ride, all my bitches, come on (Mm, mm)
Hey (Hey), see how they try to pin it on me (Boomp)
Come for the ride, my niggas, come on (Yes)
Come for the ride, all my bitches, come on (Mm, mm)
Hey (Hey), see how they try to pin it on me (Boomp)
I tell you something, don't ever [?] up your CD
Pack up the [?] (Mm, mm)
[?]
Hey (Hey), see how they try to pin it on me (Boomp)
Back up the charger, carry the [?]
And when [?], [?]
Hey (Hey), see how they try to pin it on me (Boomp)
[?]
We'll make real money
[?] that they're trying
Hey (Hey), see how they try to pin it on me (Boomp)
Just leave the place, clear the area
Wait, do what [?]
I'll show them how to make real money (Hey)
They're just learning the fucking biz (Fucking biz, fucking biz)
compositores: Trevor George Smith Jr.
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