Stay Alive
Ever had to ask yourself how you still alive
Ima roll a three five just to pass the time
I just woke up out a coma poured another line
She eat me up before she leave the house every time
I just copped some more bows let me buss em down
I just hit my point again put your money down
Asking brodie why you still got this snake around
Niggas trying save the bitch I got some money out her
Had them pounds in the mansion you can ask about it
Box play white girl say she from Miami
I be quick to cut her off I know she can't stand me
Say she hate how a nigga just be so demanding
I just hate how these bitches just be so dramatic
This crazy bitch threw a temper tantrum in Saks Fifth
She sucked my dick right in front of her mama
When I nut I shove my dick in her tonsils
Just got a call niggas bussing them choppers
Two dead bodies twelve hotter than lava
Boy you better have your heat in the sauna
Me, Big J and B shooting dice at my mommas
Pulled a pistol on a nigga right in front of my mama
Threw some shit on the counter cashier want a comma
I be running through them racks niggas knowing I got em
Bitch bouncing on my dick like we dying tomorrow
Get a knife and a spoon fold up a lil card
Dub it out all night go to sleep in the morning
Fiends call a nigga phone at four in the morning
Call me when you at the door I just woke up yawning
Fucked the shit out that lil bitch she say I'm hurting her stomach
I woke up next to my pistol I woke up thumbing them hundreds
Ima roll a three five just to pass the time
I just woke up out a coma poured another line
She eat me up before she leave the house every time
I just copped some more bows let me buss em down
I just hit my point again put your money down
Asking brodie why you still got this snake around
Niggas trying save the bitch I got some money out her
Had them pounds in the mansion you can ask about it
Box play white girl say she from Miami
I be quick to cut her off I know she can't stand me
Say she hate how a nigga just be so demanding
I just hate how these bitches just be so dramatic
This crazy bitch threw a temper tantrum in Saks Fifth
She sucked my dick right in front of her mama
When I nut I shove my dick in her tonsils
Just got a call niggas bussing them choppers
Two dead bodies twelve hotter than lava
Boy you better have your heat in the sauna
Me, Big J and B shooting dice at my mommas
Pulled a pistol on a nigga right in front of my mama
Threw some shit on the counter cashier want a comma
I be running through them racks niggas knowing I got em
Bitch bouncing on my dick like we dying tomorrow
Get a knife and a spoon fold up a lil card
Dub it out all night go to sleep in the morning
Fiends call a nigga phone at four in the morning
Call me when you at the door I just woke up yawning
Fucked the shit out that lil bitch she say I'm hurting her stomach
I woke up next to my pistol I woke up thumbing them hundreds
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Writer(s): Julius Masters
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