just how crunk this shit be once we get rich Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone.. Fifty
s sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in Rumble with
on my lap and said to me "I'm twenty three and I need someone You look like someone who could play with me Stay with me, all day with me" 'Cause I'm
in Hilfigers With some thug ass niggas sipping eighty proof liquor Split swisher down the middle, sun up with the killa I'ma northside thug getting fucked with
Hilfigers With some thug ass niggas sipping eighty proof liquor Split swisher down the middle, sun up with the killa I'ma northside thug getting fucked with