doesn't want to grow Call you up before the late night show Mother tell me I don't have to go - will there be no dawn? Ain't giving up just sleeping
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now Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town Did I s-st-stutter, motherfucker? Fuck them all, he's just A whole motherfuckin' Walmart d-d
I ain't actin', I'm only givin' classes And by the looks of these grades niggas ain't passin' No, it's crazy how these niggas think They be actin' like I ain't
ain't spitting nothing but slugs Venemous blood in my veins, chemicals up in my brain Yes I resemeble a criminal, B.o.Bizzle, you ain't fucking with mayn [Break] [Outro: T
later Get shot and robbed by your own neighbor When the cops ridin' by, it ain't safer They'll probably shock ya ass with them tasers 'Round here, we ain't
start And now (y'all know whoooooooo) Keep it G'd up, I can't slow down, these creep's speed up Cali bringin' peeps and weed up I'm coming through with a bunch of girls that'll deep a seed up
Whitney (uh) Justin a prob give us like he feel I boned Britney (uh) I really don't get me (uh), I really won't get me YEAH! [Chorus] I think y'all know by now that I ain't
the same time I'll show you how to do this young'n I ain't frontin' These Jordan's ain't comin' It ain't nothin' Keep the complaints comin' Can't hop
Don't make me put your gangsta on the 6 o'clock news You ride in a what (what's up), don't get it fucked up Or twisted, cause you'll get it twisted and
I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up" If it's beef when we meet then I'm spaying shit up Prraat prraat.I ain't saying too much and that's that Cause
michael vix doing biz Say hold up I met you while I was thuggin back then You was riding with me holding a mac10 But that was back then You ain't give
Cause I knew my options were either broke or the prison chains I can't do it I can't see it, look Damnit, I can't blow it I got a judge tellin me my
sound like fame, I sound like water, And I sound like flames. I sound like cash, You sound like change, (cha-ching!) I sound like style, And I sound like bang. Sound
and I fill it Hopin' the depressed ain't give in and give up So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero From here on a heroin like high, I give off
he could fix Ain't no closing up the holes, from a 4-4 My advice to the Z-Ro haters, keep it on the low I ain't playing no games, living under frustration
you finish it) Put him underground (ground), where he can't make a sound (can't make a sound) We don't give fuck (We don't give fuck), cause we ride on
cope, we killing eachother to make some divid-ends I don't wanna sound crazy, but I'll make you push up daisies You better give it up give it up, give