Fab
Fuck a bag my nig I need a duffle
I know some big bad wolves
We been huffin and puffin
Fuck a bag my nig I need a duffle
Titles and deeds to my shit
Crooked pigs can't take shit
Dey got me locked up in Limestone Correctional Facility
Me and some compadre's just a couple enemies
These niggaz super gay
On freeky friday's
Niggaz acting out
Pencil led around dey eyes
Kool laid for lip gloss on they mouth
Halter tops and daisey dukes
These niggaz is creeped out
Shaved legs painted toes
Keep they feet hanging out
Dey don't want no woman
Same genders is you feeling me
This is what you see everyday in this facility
The warden he approves it
Like miss moore approve a visit
Laying up with different hoes
I can't say that I miss it
When I speak
I speak real life shit
That I done been through
Niggaz pouring salt
They hate the kid
This what I go through
But it's cool
I'm a never change
And always be street
Most these niggaz comedy
I can tell that they sweet
Store day on wednesday
I was broke is hell
Wasn't nobody sending money
Wasn't nobody sending mail
Fuck a bag my nig
I need a duffle
I know some big bad wolves
We been huffin and puffin
Fuck a bag my nig I need a duffle
Titles and deeds to my shit
Crooked pigs can't take shit
I don't never go to sleep
In my flesh
Spirit stearing
Drop these thoughts
Line for line
Now my brain healing
All I ever knew was dealing
Selling something for the money
Blood sweat and tears all my life
Aint shit funny
We all know bout pain
But what about love
Thats my folks maiden name
But I cant get no love
Shake my head like emoji
But I aint trippin
Custom name on my license plate
When I'm foreign whipping
Really foreign is overatted
Unless you talking women
But im a sticks to my own
I love some black women
Black better
The juice sweeter
Baby girl don't play
She tote the heater
Infeild her like Jeter
Two tenths five hundred meters
Girl don't play she tote the heater
Infeild her like Jeter
Two tenths five hundred meters
Fuck a bag my nig
I need a duffle
I know some big bad wolves
We been huffin and puffin
Fuck a bag my nig
I need a duffle
Titles and deeds to my shit
Crooked pigs can't take shit
Fuck a bag my nig I need a duffle
I know some big bad wolves
We been huffin and puffin
Fuck a bag my nig I need a duffle
Titles and deeds to my shit
Crooked pigs can't take shit
Dey got me locked up in Limestone Correctional Facility
Me and some compadre's just a couple enemies
These niggaz super gay
On freeky friday's
Niggaz acting out
Pencil led around dey eyes
Kool laid for lip gloss on they mouth
Halter tops and daisey dukes
These niggaz is creeped out
Shaved legs painted toes
Keep they feet hanging out
Dey don't want no woman
Same genders is you feeling me
This is what you see everyday in this facility
The warden he approves it
Like miss moore approve a visit
Laying up with different hoes
I can't say that I miss it
When I speak
I speak real life shit
That I done been through
Niggaz pouring salt
They hate the kid
This what I go through
But it's cool
I'm a never change
And always be street
Most these niggaz comedy
I can tell that they sweet
Store day on wednesday
I was broke is hell
Wasn't nobody sending money
Wasn't nobody sending mail
Fuck a bag my nig
I need a duffle
I know some big bad wolves
We been huffin and puffin
Fuck a bag my nig I need a duffle
Titles and deeds to my shit
Crooked pigs can't take shit
I don't never go to sleep
In my flesh
Spirit stearing
Drop these thoughts
Line for line
Now my brain healing
All I ever knew was dealing
Selling something for the money
Blood sweat and tears all my life
Aint shit funny
We all know bout pain
But what about love
Thats my folks maiden name
But I cant get no love
Shake my head like emoji
But I aint trippin
Custom name on my license plate
When I'm foreign whipping
Really foreign is overatted
Unless you talking women
But im a sticks to my own
I love some black women
Black better
The juice sweeter
Baby girl don't play
She tote the heater
Infeild her like Jeter
Two tenths five hundred meters
Girl don't play she tote the heater
Infeild her like Jeter
Two tenths five hundred meters
Fuck a bag my nig
I need a duffle
I know some big bad wolves
We been huffin and puffin
Fuck a bag my nig
I need a duffle
Titles and deeds to my shit
Crooked pigs can't take shit
Fuck a bag my nig I need a duffle
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Writer(s): Christopher Hope
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