509 BMG - can't please 'em
Glizzy got a beam fuck ya meanNigga that shit green
jefe pop up out the cut leave a nigga on the scene
B.M.G. put niggas in the sky just like astrology
And nigga I ain't tryna leave the crib if I ain't steppin' out flee
And I ain't finna rock the show if I can't come in with my team
And I ain't finna rock the show if I can't come in with my piece
When I say piece I ain't talkin' bout no bitch I'm talkin' bout my heat
When I was down bad on my dick I had to stand on my two feet
I ain't gon' lie to this ho bout bad as fuck but I ain't finna eat her
I be droppin' dick inside these hoes after that delete em
Try to take somethin' from B.O.G. catch all nine millimeters
And I'm still smokin' crack a pack a nigga always fuckin' geekin
Stuntin' like Evel Knievel this is not no damn revolver I ain't talkin' bout the Beatles
Baby come fuck with a baller cuz them other niggas cheaper
Better not reach for your shit don't try to be no eager beaver
Runnin' up that sack like I play for Philadelphia Eagles
I don't even try to listen to everybody I can't please em
Smokin' on that dope it got me coughin' like I got diseases
Look inside my pocket and you see the root of all evil
I coulda took em up and thru there what the fuck is that gon teach em
That shit got me mad as fuck I'm crashin' out for no reason
Had to get them boys from around me I ain't know that they was leachin
That shit crazy what a nigga would do if he don't think you peep it
And I seen this bitch up in the foster she was dick teasin
If I tell this hoe to pull up to the spot it's no speakin
Pull up to the spot what the fuck you think happened I beat it
This hoe tellin' me she love me ain't gon' lie I don't believe it
Philadelphia Eagles
I don't even try to listen to everybody I can't please em
Smokin' on that dope it got me coughin' like I got diseases
Look inside my pocket and you see the root of all evil
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