Yep, yep-yep, yep, yep for love (Hahaha) Yep, yep, yep, yep for love Yep, yep-yep, yep, yep for love Yep, yep, yep, yep for love (Yuh)
For the love of money Stack it up, we add it up to the moon I´ll be six feet of fuckin´ platoon I roll with gorillas, you fuckin´ buffoons Guerilla warfare, you don´t really wanna go there Baby boom, better prepare, I light up the flares Come out the bushes and run up the stairs (Yuh) They can´t care for running my money up Don´t really care ´bout the politics Load up the holotips Follow me into the storm I´m leading the way Then follow me into my grave Be precise and don´t make mistakes Then put the knife on and they can´t spray Everybody that you see today Don´t nobody get in my fucking way I don´t need my flowers
I need my check before the hour´s done You cowards never rattle me up Blow my dick and swallow my nut You rappers got me fucked up These hoes be getting no love Sitting alone on my sofa No bitches just me and my doja I roll up in the tank I´ma go shoot up a bank I´ma go hard in the paint I cool the matata that reefer Take all of my problems away I feel like a saint Bitches pull up and they faint When they see my pretty face Wondering what will it take To get baby bone in they place Bust a lil bread in his face
Drop a low, your hoe was throwing it bad for me Baby, phone the dap and change the game Switchin´ lanes and Cadillacs, a bad deluxe I´m a laugh for any fuckboy in my range Lately been feelin´ the rage I might go out with a bang Toss me a couple grenades Blow up the cities and watch it go down in flames And I was out to And it was I who paved the way On my lil´ underground babies Enemies mad that I made it out One of the greatest from the south That three to the O to the five Tatted on me ´til I die Don´t wanna link with you now You got me fucked up, man
Go ahead, take my dick out your mouth (Yep)
Lil´ bitch, yuh That 305, yuh All But 6, ay, yuh Fuck, boy That 305, 305, yuh
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