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was on a mixtape clip under 'down' what song is it from? thanks tryed google did not help
Momma's oldest, Dad's brightest
But youngin still thuggin it wasnt that bad guidance
Love em, its god gift, though they hate it I love it
It make me drive faster, they wont catch me
F-50 Ferrari I got on on Ferrari glasses
Mashin through New Orleans like its Cali
Im just tryin to keep up with fashions
Got my music blastin
Television splashin
Im watchin the Passion, Me
I get my hot box game up when I flame up
Shame lil niggas at the red light change up
See everyone was around when I was down
Now its lonely at the top since I came up, look up
They tryin to look me up and hook up, Look
I aint gotta nose(knows) for your boogas Im suga
That mean Im good, if you is Im gooda
Shoulda woulda coulda but you dudnt cocksucka
This is that old south, Im talkin wit that old slang
Pushin that new thing, sh*ttin on my old hoes
Pissin off my old homies, the game is fair
But its cold, get'cha winter garments
You still cant warm it
See Imma break from the norm
My LA girls, they say Im so bong, they eat Tofu
The 40-40 on a special day
Them cheap niggas Ill still slide 500 to deserate
I talk sh*t and I dont never hate
Cause I would forklift whoever face
See I aint rich yet, but Im ballin now and that get'cha bi*ch wet
We just tryin to see how many d*cks she can bench press
See Imma business dogs Imma bi*chness
I aint a rest haven, I let the rest save em
Mack Maine hit me with that track game
Now Im havin second thoughts bout the fu*kin rap game, hold up...
Taz, please give em my schedule
Let em know when Im open, pick a day when Im free and put beef, Come on
Let em know that Im hope'n they trippin
We can get it in motion, you get to know visions
Leavin you in the ocean, pistols drippin with
All these banna clips and we aint slippin
Foggy behind the tents, Good Grief! So?
You blow O's of that leaf? I blow a reef, jeesh
Great Scott, is he a thief?
It seems like he got a mouth full of gold teeth
Shout out to Cee-Lo Green, Young Money we know green
Spitta say you know crazy, we got sh*t that you dont need
Thats my nigga he fly, so now he keep me fly
And now the talk in the streets about us cause we be fly
My bi*ch be askin why, I dont go suit and tie
Because they put that on you when you die
Holla for Weezy
Momma's oldest, Dad's brightest
But youngin still thuggin it wasnt that bad guidance
Love em, its god gift, though they hate it I love it
It make me drive faster, they wont catch me
F-50 Ferrari I got on on Ferrari glasses
Mashin through New Orleans like its Cali
Im just tryin to keep up with fashions
Got my music blastin
Television splashin
Im watchin the Passion, Me
I get my hot box game up when I flame up
Shame lil niggas at the red light change up
See everyone was around when I was down
Now its lonely at the top since I came up, look up
They tryin to look me up and hook up, Look
I aint gotta nose(knows) for your boogas Im suga
That mean Im good, if you is Im gooda
Shoulda woulda coulda but you dudnt cocksucka
This is that old south, Im talkin wit that old slang
Pushin that new thing, sh*ttin on my old hoes
Pissin off my old homies, the game is fair
But its cold, get'cha winter garments
You still cant warm it
See Imma break from the norm
My LA girls, they say Im so bong, they eat Tofu
The 40-40 on a special day
Them cheap niggas Ill still slide 500 to deserate
I talk sh*t and I dont never hate
Cause I would forklift whoever face
See I aint rich yet, but Im ballin now and that get'cha bi*ch wet
We just tryin to see how many d*cks she can bench press
See Imma business dogs Imma bi*chness
I aint a rest haven, I let the rest save em
Mack Maine hit me with that track game
Now Im havin second thoughts bout the fu*kin rap game, hold up...
Taz, please give em my schedule
Let em know when Im open, pick a day when Im free and put beef, Come on
Let em know that Im hope'n they trippin
We can get it in motion, you get to know visions
Leavin you in the ocean, pistols drippin with
All these banna clips and we aint slippin
Foggy behind the tents, Good Grief! So?
You blow O's of that leaf? I blow a reef, jeesh
Great Scott, is he a thief?
It seems like he got a mouth full of gold teeth
Shout out to Cee-Lo Green, Young Money we know green
Spitta say you know crazy, we got sh*t that you dont need
Thats my nigga he fly, so now he keep me fly
And now the talk in the streets about us cause we be fly
My bi*ch be askin why, I dont go suit and tie
Because they put that on you when you die
Holla for Weezy
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