Hey man I got a real list of shit I like to do Ya dig Get (Yeah) , Kick (I Just wanna ball, yeah) I just ball, yeah That's the list, nigga, it
I wanna ball in the wraith With your in the way And I wanna, take my shot Praise God, leave it all you're dead Leave your daughter with the Fuck a hater the day I die Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them doing you were getting going, I was getting to it
1] Put it down, bankrolls in the Was catching cases, I got to get some paper good Lil homie asked me 'On God do you know you up?' I said you deal with every bitch who wearing lace I don't like her, feel that way about alot of I don't talk 'em these niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, they just talking loud Godbody, got a problem, go to war about it Hm problems understanding your logic, man Man, for four hundred, I'll take honey and tour London Get some more Don't believe it When your doubt me Ain't no pun Military in the mansion no runnin' in it A rebel when I fucked that It ain't no in it Since my first I been serious Ain't no business Bitch, ain't no business No weapon, against me prosper But it's welcome to from the day I was born I'd perform in the Forum Ringing and blowing horns when my named called I'm just a self made nigga in the though
I just wanna in the wraith your broad in the way And I wanna, I'ma take my Praise God, leave it all when you're your daughter with the papers Fuck a hater the day I die Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what niggas doing you were getting going, I was getting to it [Verse 2: Yo I'm a dope boy Street reppin Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the They say I'm reckless, yeah, I be give a fuck about no nigga who don't like me Know If I go to jail today, bitch gon' write me? No She fuck me? No, if a nigga go broke I bet a Wraith on the super In the kitchen, cold Six ounce, pints, that's a superstove I had a plaque and a hit Boy, I bet I had a mac and some If it's stars in the wraith, got the titles in the Got the lawyers on deck, got the for the case Truck, truck, Guns, guns, Me and Black Youngsta , back to back cause that's my He a man, kill him For his shit, she want a for the That's out the North shit
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