Lyrics

Go ahead & start this bitch nigga I'm high as hell Roxy Nigga this that 2015 flow I get money like I hate hoes Score on wock and never post Kayla acting like a hoe she can carry her ass too I'm in the room I don't go to the stu I'm in the backrooms no Goonie smoking a opp nigga he a goofy Smoking a opp nigga he a goofy Prada my bag, Prada my bitch, Prada my opps they so stupid Thousand dollar cup & tote a Glock, know I'm a bad influence Hope Prince Jay'ceion grow up to be a actor star in movies She a blood like red like ruby, I'm a crip I'm banging blue And when the sun goes down, we all gon die too We all gon rot too, we all gon float too The top of this bitch if I give you the Glock in this bitch What you gon do? Niggas already know when Corle make a move Off X & Oxy I'm in the stu I'm trying not to think about you Only at night I think about you Let it dissolve nigga don't chew it Look at what then drugs did to me, Look at what the love did to you (Man look at the love did to you) (Look at what the drugs did to me) (I think I love Roxanne) (Look at what the drugs did to me) (Look at the what love did to you) (Look at what the love did to me) (Look at what the drugs did to you) Nigga this that 2015 flow I get money like I hate hoes Score on wock and never post Kayla acting like a hoe she can carry her ass too I'm in the room I don't go to the stu I'm in the backrooms no Goonie smoking a opp nigga he a goofy Smoking a opp nigga he a goofy Yo yo, yo (Why the fuck don't you love me hoe?) (I think I love Roxanne) I think I got a symptom to shittin on niggas fr I'm with gang and we off of them pills Nigga walked in this bitch and they offered me pills Just to show yall niggas how I live Why the fuck you be fighting this shit? Gang in this bitch I got ice on my wrist I'm sippin wock and your ass sippin tris I think I got a symptom to shittin on niggas for real I'm with gang and we off of them pills Nigga walked in this bitch and they offered me pills Just to show yall niggas how I live Why the fuck you be fighting this shit? Gang in this bitch I got ice on my wrist I'm sippin wock and your ass sippin tris Copy me but mad at me and shit I'm getting money hoe Don't bother me I'm in that super tracky Bitch I gotta go The laws on me I will not stop for shit I'm finna hit the road The opps on me I got that Glock on me Them niggas gotta go But when I'm gone Who gonna slide for lil Corleone? I got the bitch screaming out Don't you love me But I had to tell the bitch no I had to upgrade from a Gen 4 Then downgraded kick doors That's just the life of a gangbanger Nigga say he wanna be a gangbanger I think I got a symptom to shittin on niggas for real I'm with gang and we off of them pills Nigga walked in this bitch and they offered me pills Just to show yall niggas how I live No cap
Writer(s): Jayvon Malik Damonta Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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