I want me a mill To see just how it feel No worries bout no bills
negotiating deals Buy me some shit Stuntin in this bitch 20s be on hit Everything legit I don t want no war But I can take it far Put bullets in your car
whoever that you are Woodie get in line Make sure you aint gone shine We be slangin iron Everyday and everytime Just because I ma bad I rammy after jags When I get a sack To niggas I ma threat Keep on gettin blowed Aint worried bout these hoes Boy you know thats cold The way I got em drove Shinin like white diamonds Nothin but big tymin My situation climbing But simply cuz I m rhymin The shit done hit the fan They callin me the man Ya ll boys don t understand s going as planned [Chorus:] Now follow me now if you want it on Salute at ease
then you carry on Nigga drop and gimme 50 if you do it wrong I m into weapons I control the dome Give me all my chesse With no static please Go off with these reeds In between your knees You playin you gone learn Yo partners aint gone turn Right after you get burned We gone get them some churn I ma tell you once I m bout pullin stunts Got golds on my fronts Stay full of them blunts I don t want be broke I gotta feed my folks Cuttin niggas throats Then runnin by these hoes Open up yo chase Let me get a taste A lot of niggas fake Can t let it go to waste I wont let it be Give that there to me All of ya ll gone see Me in luxury Look me in my eyes Don t tell me no lies You wanna take my life You tryin to get some trife None of you I fear I m runnin this right chea Aint gone shed no tears When you disappear [Chorus:] I try to leave that lone But you did that wrong You call me on the phone And told me it was on Now I m in them streets Bringin all that heat Straight to where you sleep Won t even let you eat Somebody gonna snitch And go out like a bitch But I ma get em quick And hit em with my shit Them laws gonna try to bust But I don t give a He would of shot me up If he d of got me stuck I ma take my charge Aint cryin like no broad And holla at them boys On the boulevard Woodie I m in jail Get all off my mail See about my bail Get me out this hell So I can see the block And open up my shop I hope that bitch aint hot Nobody got my spot |
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