Lyrics

For a while Been at it picture taking over Now im out Game mine taking over Waiting on this feeling for a long time This a grown mind The goal is the whole nine The wait is over Really boy taking over Jungle food We apes leaping over Say you that guy homes need to stop lying Lay them down as straight as a flatiron Place me amongst the best and im repping for one team Id hate to put the burner to your lips like a blown bean Now we talking about the ones with the weed in it She jean tight fitted thats your woman with me in it A rock star Boxing heads like a boxing ring Got them seeing red dots Sort of like rodmans head Seeing me at ease like fiends You can line them up Got the sharpest tounge Piercing skin just like a barbers cut In my zone and live as fuck Raw just like that white uncut That pure cocaieena holy homie you can say your time is up Been on my grizzly From the sun up to sun down Now when spitting hell of rounds You get to dumping get gunned down You soft something like a babys ass This thing will kill you like cancer Pat swazey man and yeah Rest in peace to dude But get to touching my bread Feeding them lead yeah label them dead men The wait is over Really boy taking over Jungle food and we apes leaping over Say you that guy Homes need to stop lying Lay them down as straight as a flatiron When i get that new coop Looking for a hot broad Wont waist no time she get that thing rock hard Like boxing rounds lets just get it on Hop up on this meat Suck it dry like a chicken bone Im so weeded You think i mixed coke in with some weed Yeah that boy there yeah he sick Kill it really a disease Homies letting that thing squeeze Top five now been the hottest And if you brag run off fumes like gas mileage Hit the booth and just utter right sick with this A classic mix with it on my jordan bulls pippen shit Want the rings big bread yall penny hustlers Im heavy d thats a weight tussler Now get it straight caking up They say the game it need me Do her like a fee fee better yet like her name mimi She with it Type of weight tell her put it up Got coke up in the spot You just tell that chick to cook it up If she keeps it up turn her bedroom into happy hour Filipino style in his prime like paquiou And they love the drip plus a few bucks Comes to packing Your boy he holding like a tour bus The wait is over Really boy taking over Jungle food and we apes leaping over Say you that guy Homes need to stop lying Lay them down as straight as a flatiron When i get that new coop Looking for a hot broad Wont waist no time she get that thing rock hard Like boxing rounds lets just get it on Hop up on this meat Suck it dry like a chicken bone Gotta keep it straight with mine In a different state of mind Tick behind bars man Who said i couldnt relate to time If i aint it they stupid woke up with their eyes swollen Mind been focused in blow this thing wide open with it No time to waist with it Keep going like my clock was ticking The plot it thickens like them tight bras with a block of pigeons And with nothing to loose You jump in it head first Hard work bleeding them out They lay in that red dirt On my grown man now riding in them bigger trucks And want the bigger bucks my shorty stacked so keep her titties tucked Aint got much time So dropping these hot lines Buying up bonds dummy you can watch my stock climb Told you the wait is over Fresh like a can of cola Bringing the pain like a sting from a king cobra Ford tough you aint physically fit Mentally bent what im saying dude basically bitch The wait is over Really boy taking over Jungle food and we apes leaping over Say you that guy Homes need to stop lying Lay them down as straight as a flatiron When i get that new coop Looking for a hot broad Wont waist no time she get that thing rock hard Like boxing rounds lets just get it on Hop up on this meat Suck it dry like a chicken bone
Writer(s): Wilbert Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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