album to a muthafucking mixtape. . . imma walk up to ya my nigga, AND IMMA SLAP YA WIT A STACK OF 50s NIGGA SAY IM LYING THANK ITS A MUTHAFUCKIN GAME, FUCK
Before I make mistakes just for my family stake That part of me left yesterday The heart of me is strong today No regrets I'm blessed to say the old me
Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me And fear that I won't remember, I wish you could still accept me for me I miss Memphis
!) Out the cut (Out the cut!) All the haters wanna claim that they fuck with us It ain't a game, niggas know that they Toys R Us They can't fuck with
is up Gold chain, I don't give a fuck Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma That's right, you in luck ma You see me cruisin' down, better step inside
tryin to sell 10 billion keys fuck what a bitch boy say to me aka i stay wit me mac 99 not far away my dogs dont even play wit me in my apartment 80
it ain't bright enough to show me where I'm goin' But I still find my way and when I do I keep goin' And uh, a nigga wit strikes Try me and your family
hard up in this mother fuck So hit the lights lights lights So hit the lights lights lights Baby hold it And let me holla on this remix for a moment so watch me
no, na, nana, na, na, nana na. [Nicki Minaj] Stupid Wit It, Louis Vuitton fitted P Buitton kitted, fluck the critics ha. Im so funny wit it, im just dummy wit
the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game Excuse me honey but nobody's in my lane When you was in New York, you was fuckin' the yankee I was fuckin' wit
And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit That's not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome Or that play wit' the yay, movin' 12 for a zone
my accent changed You better watch who you fuck with mate Or you 'gon make me carve your ass up now straight Come on Game you will never be my equal
em if ya hit me Da clip pop it popped and it don't stop Papa said we bang bang boogie We get em oh goodie Keep the hoodie when your fuckin wit me me me
, you got me in a trance, please take off yo' pants Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn Girl, the way you're movin' got me
you, tell me what it is? Look me in my eye, you don't have to lie Must think I'm a fool, fucking round with you Need to give me proof, I need to hear
bubble cat, leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame screamin', it's not a game Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain Even, me
Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazin' They don't know, but I do though Baby my darlin' you make me loose composure Fragments of a million me Scattered
the nation nigga? Start from ya corner Everything don?t always happen like you planned it Demand it, over stand it then you handle it Fuck wishing,