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Special Request to All Nice and Decent Ghetto People (It Get Greater Later)

509 BMG
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Chops put niggas on the floor Y'all know how that go You better not try the BMG like no hoe Baby girl, what you trying to do Come drop that dome I like your vibe You can stick around I ain't going to send you home That nigga better be on P's I put one in his dome I'm trying to catch a fuck nigga Up close ain't talking on no phone Lil Jefe pop up out the cut and make you kiss the chrome My nigga ain't have shit I had to give a dog a bone I turn your ass to history like Indiana Jones My niggas on Mob Shit, you call me Al Capone This brass hit your ass I blow you like a saxophone You ain't trying to go shot for shot Then just leave it alone You ain't trying to go shot for shot Then just leave it alone, nigga Take a nigga on a trip I'm the chaperone When I win, I rub it in like hydrocortisone These niggas sweet as fuck They don't got no testosterone I got an army right behind me I am not alone I only tell a nigga once, you better watch your tongue These niggas don't understand me Need Rosetta Stone I like all type of asses Natural or silicone I feel like I'm Sisqo Let me see your thong Where the fuck your bitch go She all up on my john We posted at the Citgo With dope, trying to get it off It's BMG These niggas know I don't fuck around at all When I first had touched them Cho-Cho's, I fucked them off Y'all fuck niggas don't got no hoes The hoes got y'all I got my nine like Tony Romo and I got the ball I feel like Chris Brown These hoes coming from Wall to Wall I was down bad on my dick, but now I'm on my job Seven times a nigga rise Seven times I fall Come off the hip with fire and bang I follow protocol I got my own drank now I don't need no waterfall I don't need no waterfall, nigga Niggas know what the fuck it is Big BMG shit Face shot Heckler & K shit If a nigga want to play shit Special Request shit, Nigga know what time it is, man Stop playing Get the fuck in the kitchen Yeah, man Niggas know what the fuck time it is Sing a song of sixpence, pocketful of fire, nigga slide on me give him props cause he ain't pie Hella guns, Magnum PI, old paper, Treaty of Versailles - chop Rip a nigga head off Fully matic... Aight, yeah Fully automatic chop Rip a nigga head off I don't never buy them bitches used, I get them deadstock Never know when I'm going to have to blow, so I got one up top It's one thing to talk the talk You gotta walk that walk B.M.G, I been gettin cheese around the clock These niggas hatin' throwin' salt but still this shit don't stop I got them boys shittin' bricks cause they know how I rock Them crackas blitzin' shit I skate on em like, yea yea Them crackas blitzin' shit I skate on em like Tony Hawk Meet me at the trap its goin down, I feel like Yung Joc Where I'm from, this shit get cut, just like a Tomohawk It get real, over here, don't come outside past 10 o'clock It get real, over here, don't come outside past 10 o'clock Them boys might not even want yo shit, they just gon hit ya top, nigga Even if you ain't on a shit, you better have yo Glock I was coming home from work, and I had seen a body drop Them young niggas might touch ya up like they work body shops You could get your issue, nigga We can pop it off You better stay from out that shit You niggas not involved You put your fucking mouth in it We bring that shit to y'all You put your fucking mouth in it We bring that shit to y'all I got freak bitches trying to suck me out my draws Baby, I got a couple minutes, then I'm blasting off I don't even need you, bitch I could be jacking off We got high and lows, za Cracka Pack, and all Shit I ain't waxing, but it's going to cost you a couple dollars These rap niggas be hitting baby juugs They not no ballers These labels talking numbers I'm taking the highest offer This hoe on my fucking nerves, but that pussy water Ghetto education, the trenches, my alma mater 45, ACP, Kickin' shit like soccer I got my shit with me right here don't need to hold yo chopper Oh, you wanna test a nigga? Who gone be the proctor? She suck the dick with extra slobber, call her dome doctor. These niggas don't even want no beef, eat that like double whopper I ran off with the nigga shit, he sweet like peach cobbler One phone call, that's all it take to send them killas 45 on my hip, I can't even conceal it BMG they know I run the league like Adam Silver Niggas don't fuck with me, they need to get up out they feelings Baby what it do? I'm tryna get touchy feely That is just a freak hoe, I don't want no dealings I make a nigga eat those, I'm talkin' bout nine millis That boy see me, and he froze, these niggas bitches really These niggas bitches really And I know that for fact If my niggas took your shit, you'll never get it back Bitch, I be outside every day How you think I got black, y'all Going to be a cold day in hell before I ever lack All that talking like you somebody gone get you wacked These niggas washed up so now they livin in the past I don't like this ARP, got too much muzzle flash This shit like mixing white and brown, it put you on your ass This shit like mixing white and brown, it put you on your ass I aint run out of ammo, I just gotta flip the mag I'm in my own lane, but somehow I still got niggas mad Ah ha, niggas mad, and they doin' mad I been counting all this cheese, and I don't even trap You never know what could go down, so I can't leave the strap Lil Jefe pop up out the cut, he got that fuckin PAP The shit I got inside this chop gon' make your ass collapse Ayy, why these goofy ass niggas be thinking they ain't important Catch his ass outside, that nigga runnin, damn near left his Jordans That nigga funny as a bitch, I call him Tracy Morgan, One up top inside this chop gone hit you in a vital organ I bet I dunk a fuck nigga like I'm Aaron Gordon I give your ass the Bleu's, I get shit jumpin' like Corbin BMG, I like all my bitches thick and foreign Babygirl, I'm tryna fuck, I like your proportions I put a hole, in his head, I did that shit on porpoise Damn it, I meant to say on purpose, close a nigga curtains I really hope these niggas die, I think these niggas worthless A pussy nigga sway my way, he could catch the whole 30 I see the bitch in a nigga, we make niggas nervous I never switch, on my niggas won't commit that perjury BMG, I'm a soldier, thank me for my service Everyday I'm outside lurkin', wipe down any surface I'm droppin' bomb dick off, I'm tryna break her cervix These niggas hoes, you just gotta fall back and observe it He fucked around and caught a couple shells, and he deserve it That's what he get for trying to swang this way without no permit Yeah, I keep two chops, when I go run my routes, I knock a nigga out BMG don't never leave his heat, and you niggas can vouch Shots from out the window, duck behind the car, and these niggas crouchin' Every day, I'm posted up like Zydrunas Ilgauskas You gon' eat this dick, or get the fuck up out my house I feel like I'm Yung Joc, meet me at the trap, it's goin' down Can't leave the crib without my iron, man, I'm Robert Downey I take my chances, rather get caught with it than without it BMG got a new glizzy, trigger finger itchin It's a four nickel, I guarantee that boy won't know what hit him That boy won't know what hit him Hollows flyin past his fitted These niggas better get right with God, that's where I'm gon' send him I'm in the paint like everyday, my team don't need no center I been shittin' on these niggas, I don't need no senna I'll tell a freak hoe, call me John DiMaggio, I'll Bender I'll catch his ass, bitch, I'm gon' crash, this ain't no fender bender He tryna keep up with the BMG, it's too expensive Why the fuck would I tote standard mag when I can tote extended, nigga I had to run off on that boy, cause he was way too friendly You step the wrong way, ya life, nigga, I'm finna end it I can't leave without the Rod, man, I feel like Dennis I come up off the hip with fire, got niggas jumpin' fences Every time my niggas slide, you know the window tinted I think those pussy niggas hidin, cause they know the business We get no quarter pounders off, they goin for Tree-Fiddy Niggas want my head, I keep a Glizzy on me, not no Smitty I can't get him, I get his friend, I'm really not that picky You won't come outside, I'm at ya door, nigga, it's like delivery Don't want no feature, with you rap niggas, they tryna kick it My niggas a buck you out ya shit, have you lookin', silly BMT, these niggas crickets when I'm in the building You better duck your fucking head before I hit the ceiling Bombs away, lil Jefe drop the mag, reload the K I can't tell you who these niggas is, they don't hold no weight You gotta add two more, cause this is not no 38 I always knew I was gon' blow, I just ain't get my day Sip out 12 shots at that Car, I'm tryna put one in his face Y'all niggas know that I don't play, it's Big BMG on the case What you know about havin' nothing, takin' chances every day My niggas came from out the gutter, man, we had to make a way Man, we had to make a way, we had to make a couple dollars These niggas scared to take a risk, shoulda went to college I bet my youngins round the way will fry your ass like sausage These niggas flaggin' like they finna kill somethin', need to stop it Y'all, don't ask me for no front, ain't my fault, you don't got it The same day niggas bought that new Glizzy, same day I shot it I get your ass a jacket hollow point, that's if you want it I shot me a nigga in the crib and now it's haunted These niggas gotta slick mouth, they better watch it Before I call them young niggas and start droppin' deposits I hang a nigga like I'm clippin' up my target Bitch, you can't even hit my phone, it ain't about no profit I told her, get from round and go explore her options My niggas makin' movies just like Philip Seymour Hoffman She eat the dick right off the bone, said she don't do it often I be droppin' bombs, so boy, you better move with caution Whippin' that fast thing, I feel like Ricky Bobby I put a dot on a nigga's head like he Punjabi I got these niggas spooked because they know my body Bitch, I been droppin' bombs, Hiroshima and Nagasaki Uh, bitch, I'll die up on that mission like Jihadi There's money on the floor, I'll rake it up, feel like Yo Gotti That boy gon' see that muzzle flash, but I'm not paparazzi Nigga, sleep on the BMG wake up and smell the coffee, bitch My brother play with keys I call him Liberace I feel like Drake in 2013 I'm rockin' Versace Most of my hoes come from the islands, they can ride the cocky I cook that boy and made his brother watch it, like Hibachi