I'm in that 760 leaning when I'm stunting I blow 50 G's, I mean with ease like this is nothing Please don't interrupt me when I'm talking to my jeweler He's putting them diamonds all over my Franck Muller Me I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it Come through hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect Niggas talk about me all the time behind my back They don't talk about me in my face because I'm strapped See me in the club, I got that Henny and that 'gnac A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzing I said I run ny and ain't nobody saying nothing (okay, okay, okay) When they talk about me they say I be tripping (yeah)
I blew a hundred G's on my bitches in Miami They think I'm the sweetest thing invented since candy Me I catch amnesia when you ask me 'bout the shotty I don't even know my name, switching lanes in my Bugatti , I ain't crazy, bitches like me cause I'm paid They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade
When I say I'm balling I'm not talking 'bout a ball I'm talkin' 'bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall they can hate all they want, but they know they like this Me I'm like that painting on the wall, baby I'm priceless You could come and work me over, baby, on the night shift Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get (okay, okay, okay)
Run tell the Bloods I’m crippin', go tell the Crips I’m Blood Ninjaa, I be trippin', bitch, I don't give a fuck I put the K on nninjas, I spray on ninjas
My *****'s like, fuck that bitch, go play Baller, did she beep you? Don't call her Guess who I seen, that freak bitch Paula She was askin' 'bout ya whereabouts Here's the digits, I know you can wear that out Tear that out the frame, ya game so tight We be all fuckin' tonight
Little Kim the Black Erika Caine -in Who remains in Chanel frames and cloths of all kind. Russian Fendi sables With matchin' pool tables Read the Label, MAFIA Admirin' my shoes by Gucci I be eatin' sushi, playin' with my coochi Countin' lucci. Nigga I got banks to rob Convertible Saabs. I'm married to the mob
Biggie Frank White the desperado Used to rock the all black Movado The all black Eldorado. All that and a bottle of Don P Niggas can't harm me, I keep the army. Is Brooklyn in the house? Without a doubt I'm the rapper with clout everybody yap about Check it out, guns I bust em Problems with my wife, don't discuss em Coups and lier jets I lust them Finger prints I dust them, recent address Stuck you for your stash in your pissy mattress Your mom's a actress. Didn't wanna show me the thing It's OK, she was old anyway, I display Hot 97 rhyme ready. Cocked Mac-11, line steady. Like Tevin Campbell I'm ready to do what I do Continuously to git You can be as good as the best of them
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck that hoe 'cause she a nat nat
You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got shit I need, bitch You want me to take my time with you Well maybe I'm not your speed, bitch Maybe I'm out your league, bitch You ain't even got no cheese, bitch Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch I can't even roll in peace (why) Everybody notice me (yeah) I can't even go to sleep (why) I'm rolling on a bean (yeah) They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus piece If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see That you ain't gon ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me You said that you gon' ride for me Baby, that's blasphemy, yeah Baby, you're bad for me, yeah Say you gon' clap for me, yeah Say you gon' blast for me, yeah Why you ain't show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah I was goin' through tragedy Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah I'ma just switch my flow up, yeah Maybe I'm sick, no throw up, yeah Maybe I'm sick, no check up, yeah Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah I'm eatin' on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah I'm eatin' on you niggas, can't catch up, ayy Shorty face down with her ass up, ayy Even when I'm fucking, I'm masked up, ayy
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