With releases dating back to 1991, they helped define the sound of southern rap. Bitch, I ain't got nothing but time So I'mma get out on these cuts and grind Keep my mind on cloud twenty-nine My player ways keep me withĮdit bioThe godfathers of Memphis rap, 8Ball & MJG have been friends since middle school. ’cause i got the ghost of jeffrey dahmer with me, yeah Local-ass kingpin nigga with a limitation Old bootleg nigga, you's a knock off, an imitation Goddamn, i done made all of y'all shit your jeans Surprise, everybody finna help me with my come up I can get you in the house, i can get you outside I'ma track you down and pull a motherfuckin' rake-a-roo Nigga, no it ain't okay with you, within a day or two If you not speakin' good, don't be sayin' my name I just want the paper, i just-i just want the paper, paperīlow your fuckin' ass off, give me the cash, 'cause I just want the paper, i just-i just want the paper Relax and take notes while i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
My chronic habit heavy, weed man in every cityīlack phantom with the black guts and i'm in it I stick and move, do my business, get the dough, and dip Look at my face, you can tell i seen both of 'em Spend it like i never saw a day of pain or sufferin' She dig my country talkin', she say i sound funnyĮmbassy suites, sittin' on the bed, countin' money
Purple kushes, my bitches wax off they pussy bushesĮat dick like it's delicious, and grant a pimp wishes My demise ain't here, don't hold your breathĬook heat over beats so i'm somethin' like a chef I'ma rep this here 'til i walk upon death
0 kommentar(er)
