Babyface Nelson - No Limit (feat. The Bhagboyz) [Bonus Track]

Uh, Uh
I been running racking digits
I'm on acid but can't feel it
She got Nelson on her wishlist
I got angels on my linen
Prayers up but still be sinning
we not tanking ain't no limit
This for real this ain't no scrimmage
I be killing then I'm
In & Out
In her mouth
Been around
In the south
Break it down
In da club spin our records now
And we shooting movies, aye
And she cleaner than blu-ray
She can't breathe she outta space
And I'm puffing in they face
Blowing smoke up out the Wraith
Give a fuck 'bout my case
In life you can live to live or live to experience
Way too many talented niggas die in these streets
So I rallied up my gang and told 'em hop on some beats
Seeing the rise
Picking the time
She wanna fuck, I'm her giving her nine
Pole in the whip and I'm gripping it tight
Creep through the night I'm dimming the lights
Sea in the pussy, my finger gone shine
Pourin' da 4 I sip in the night
'Cus i can't sleep in the night
Demons at my window and I think they might
Fuck up my day
Grabbing the Bhag and start up my day
Look at the court I'm making a play
Cartier my vision I'm seeing the waves
Choppa go "Boom!"
Body arranged
Where is your gang, you is a fake
Still in the hood watching for strays
I am barber giving out fades
Watch is so frigid look at me slay
Ice in my water been sipping for days
Dunk like Vince Carter I'm stuck in my ways
Giving them hell for all of this pain
Only my gang can stand in my lane
Picture me losing won't go in the frame
I am a dog cannot be tamed
Always on go they telling me wait
Brand new whip man I'm feening escape
Planning escape
Copping a bigger estate
We gonna move it by weight
You is a fake
You just a bug you its Planet of the Apes
I got the candles lit I got the bandos lit
Brand new fit spilled paint on it
Pass to the Bhag got two assists
And you know we trapping mind your business
Tank ain't got no limit
Can't leave now I'm in it
Won't end 'til I'm finished
Had to dodge that sentence
They had called me menace
Fucking up my cheddar make me wanna load Berettas up
Got this bitch all on my dick, tip
She get nasty for the Bhag drip she act classy for the camera
The work come in straight from Panama
It fly over the border from Canada
My hoe mami she like a janitor
Damn that must be why I'm dripping diamonds encrusted right in my ceiling
Call me the doctor I got penicillin only the real know what I'm feeling
When I walk in the store you should know that I'm stealing
(You know what I'm doing)
You niggas don't want beef so why the fuck you grilling?

Written by:
Akeem Smith, Derrick Sandeaux, Jonathan Gachette

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