Songtexte
Right
off
Fulton
Dush
I
had
started
getting
more
pape
Ain't
nobody
gon
hold
your
hand
better
get
out
here
and
make
a
way
I
took
all
the
Ls
Didn't
wanna
drop
no
shells
Young
Epic
love
them
sells
Green
green
kale
Tell
my
truth
and
nothing
but
it
I
know
I
ain't
sane
While
she
ride
me
biting
my
ear
lil
mama
play
nasty
games
I
ain't
New
Edition
I
can
stand
the
rain
Bleed
the
same
but
we
not
the
same
Good
drug
novocaine
Fuck
them
niggas
they
over
lame
Nowadays
niggas
just
yapping
and
rapping
I
know
they
not
doing
a
thing
The
one
that's
gon
send
you
right
back
to
your
maker
they
never
saying
anything
We
ain't
worried
bout
hating
ass
niggas
we
adding
more
figures
been
the
same
since
I
came
I
ain't
never
gave
a
fuck
who
think
they
running
shit
when
the
king
in
the
game
I
don't
give
a
fuck
fuck
your
reign
They
is
not
having
this
range
Load
the
Pro
Tools
I
blank
Making
money
not
playing
Luol
Deng
Big
boy
shit
on
ape
Pissing
out
nothing
but
greatness
On
my
toe
it's
Bape
I
got
rich
I
had
to
stay
patient
Spoke
it
then
it
happened
no
sir
ain't
no
capping
I
been
slurred
like
addict
Dirty
South
on
the
jacket
I
admit
it
making
hits
my
habit
One
of
one
man
can't
copy
this
fabric
Hid
a
few
skeletons
in
my
attic
On
go
24
automatic
Right
off
Fulton
Dush
I
had
started
getting
more
pape
Ain't
nobody
gon
hold
your
hand
better
get
out
here
and
make
a
way
I
took
all
the
Ls
Didn't
wanna
drop
no
shells
Young
Epic
love
them
sells
Green
green
kale
Tell
my
truth
and
nothing
but
it
I
know
I
ain't
sane
While
she
ride
me
biting
my
ear
lil
mama
play
nasty
games
I
ain't
New
Edition
I
can
stand
the
rain
Bleed
the
same
but
we
not
the
same
Good
drug
novocaine
Fuck
them
niggas
they
over
lame
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