Duperrr
Better knuckle up if you gon get inside
Thats another lil nigga victimized
Me i be a lil nigga on the rise
You could see the real nigga in my eyes
Just me and my queen nothin on the side
I jus need a ride or die
I jus need a
Livin in a dream wit the eyes wide
Dream wit the eyes
Dream wit the eyes wide yea
This a straight bomb wit the napalm lil nigga what
Big worm word to faizon lil nigga what
Brass knucks wit the mace on lil nigga what
The money runnin so the chase on lil nigga
No time for the conflict
That shit beyond me
Cause i could call my niggas and turn one to a convict
That shit is nonsense we jus chasin them commas
We jus some real ass niggas we get it honest Yea
I could be ya homie or ya nightmare Yea
Tell ya bitch pull up and bring her nightwear Naa
I take my left arm and i give that shit to Drastic
Fuck it ill jus use my right hand Yea
I knew the day i met her she the right one Yea
Now do you get the picture wit the nikkon
Cause imma say that shit til it straight get to me
And that jus aint gon fuckin happen
Aw naw you in trouble now
Pay me double now
Yea i hate to burst ya bubble now
I aint subtle now
Fell wit the debris came out the rubble now
Pay me half up front
The other half when its done Mu'fukka
Better knuckle up if you gon get inside
Thats another lil nigga victimized
Me i be a lil nigga on the rise
You could see the real nigga in my eyes
Just me and my queen nothin on the side
I jus need a ride or die
I jus need a
Livin in a dream wit the eyes wide
dream wit the eyes
Dream wit the eyes wide yea
Yea get wit me
Nigga i gets busy
Like '03 fifty
Rollin up wit the 60's
Spit that crack cause i'd rather mot call it Whitney
I used to have ten on a sack thats Mike Bibby
I used to have da pen and da pad
Til i found i could do this shit all in ny head
Like i was hov now im sittin all over the stove
Im on a roll like im shittin all on ya commodes
Better make it correct
Nigga dont even step
Better show me respect
'Fore yo ass catch da tech
Like you spit at the ref
If im the best i gotta get at the best
I got that S and that shit on my chest
Pick of the litter boy i shit on the rest
Dont get ya head chewed off
Cause i swear ya flow soggy
Like the bread too soft
And i dont answer the Phone cause the feds do call
Like who the fuck is scam likely
And how the fuck did this shit get stored in my phone DUPER
Thats another lil nigga victimized
Me i be a lil nigga on the rise
You could see the real nigga in my eyes
Just me and my queen nothin on the side
I jus need a ride or die
I jus need a
Livin in a dream wit the eyes wide
Dream wit the eyes
Dream wit the eyes wide yea
This a straight bomb wit the napalm lil nigga what
Big worm word to faizon lil nigga what
Brass knucks wit the mace on lil nigga what
The money runnin so the chase on lil nigga
No time for the conflict
That shit beyond me
Cause i could call my niggas and turn one to a convict
That shit is nonsense we jus chasin them commas
We jus some real ass niggas we get it honest Yea
I could be ya homie or ya nightmare Yea
Tell ya bitch pull up and bring her nightwear Naa
I take my left arm and i give that shit to Drastic
Fuck it ill jus use my right hand Yea
I knew the day i met her she the right one Yea
Now do you get the picture wit the nikkon
Cause imma say that shit til it straight get to me
And that jus aint gon fuckin happen
Aw naw you in trouble now
Pay me double now
Yea i hate to burst ya bubble now
I aint subtle now
Fell wit the debris came out the rubble now
Pay me half up front
The other half when its done Mu'fukka
Better knuckle up if you gon get inside
Thats another lil nigga victimized
Me i be a lil nigga on the rise
You could see the real nigga in my eyes
Just me and my queen nothin on the side
I jus need a ride or die
I jus need a
Livin in a dream wit the eyes wide
dream wit the eyes
Dream wit the eyes wide yea
Yea get wit me
Nigga i gets busy
Like '03 fifty
Rollin up wit the 60's
Spit that crack cause i'd rather mot call it Whitney
I used to have ten on a sack thats Mike Bibby
I used to have da pen and da pad
Til i found i could do this shit all in ny head
Like i was hov now im sittin all over the stove
Im on a roll like im shittin all on ya commodes
Better make it correct
Nigga dont even step
Better show me respect
'Fore yo ass catch da tech
Like you spit at the ref
If im the best i gotta get at the best
I got that S and that shit on my chest
Pick of the litter boy i shit on the rest
Dont get ya head chewed off
Cause i swear ya flow soggy
Like the bread too soft
And i dont answer the Phone cause the feds do call
Like who the fuck is scam likely
And how the fuck did this shit get stored in my phone DUPER
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Writer(s): Sly Jones
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