I Got A Story To Tell
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๐ ID: 86742
๐ Lyrics
Who y'all talkin to man
Uhh
Check it out, check it out
This here goes out
To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches
In other niggaz cribs
Thinkin shit is sweet
Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha
Live niggaz respect it, check it
I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya
Niggaz think frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that
With a kodak, insta-ma-tak
We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, where you parked at
Petiteness but that ass fat
She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I'm fucking witchu
The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like Arsenio
Yo, the bitch push a double-oh
With the five in front, probably a connivin' stunt
Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her
Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh
Then we all get laced
Television's, Versace heaven, when I'm up in em
The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush
We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the utah jazz
My 112, cd blast, I was past
She came twice I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, say I don't smoke it on homegrown
Then I heard her moan, honey I'm home
Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
I'm up in his broad I know he won't like this
Now I'm like bitch you better talk to him
Before this fist put a spark to him
Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a major part to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer
Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my eyes could blink
She screams out, honey bring me up something to drink
He go back downstairs more time to think
Her brain racing, she's tellin me to stay patient
She don't know I'm, cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
But I can and I will though, I probably chill doe
Even though situation lookin kinda ill yo
It came to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga comin off some love potion shit
Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screamin, don't blast here's the stash
A hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please
Nigga pullin mad g's out the floor
Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell
Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh
Yo man, y'all niggaz ain't gonna believe what the fuck happened to me
Remember that bitch I left the club with man yo, freaky yo, I'm up in
This bitch playa this bitch fuckin run them ol mink ass niggaz and shit
I'm up in the spot though, one of them six-five niggaz, I don't know
Anyway I'm up in the motherfuckin spot, so boom I'm up in the pussy
Whatever whatever, I sparks up some lye, pop duke creeps up in on some
Must have been rained out or something because he's in the
Spot had me scared, had me scared, I was shook daddy, but I forget I
Had my roscoe on me always, you know how we do, so anyway the nigga
Comes up the stairs, he creepin up the steps, the bitch all shook she
Sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit. She gettin
Mad nervous, I said fuck that man I'm the nigga, you know how we do it
Nigga, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfuckin face
Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack. Soon this nigga comes up in
The spot, flash the desert in his face he drops the glass, looked like
The nigga pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother ahh fuck it
This nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin me
Mad papers, mad papers, I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch cuz
Word to mother I used to fuck her cousin but you ain't know that hahaha
You wouldn't know that shit, really though, I threw all that
Motherfuckin money up in the prada knapsack. two words, I'm gone
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, yo nigga got some lye, y'all got
Some lye
Uhh
Check it out, check it out
This here goes out
To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches
In other niggaz cribs
Thinkin shit is sweet
Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha
Live niggaz respect it, check it
I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya
Niggaz think frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that
With a kodak, insta-ma-tak
We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, where you parked at
Petiteness but that ass fat
She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I'm fucking witchu
The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like Arsenio
Yo, the bitch push a double-oh
With the five in front, probably a connivin' stunt
Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her
Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh
Then we all get laced
Television's, Versace heaven, when I'm up in em
The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush
We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the utah jazz
My 112, cd blast, I was past
She came twice I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, say I don't smoke it on homegrown
Then I heard her moan, honey I'm home
Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
I'm up in his broad I know he won't like this
Now I'm like bitch you better talk to him
Before this fist put a spark to him
Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a major part to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer
Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my eyes could blink
She screams out, honey bring me up something to drink
He go back downstairs more time to think
Her brain racing, she's tellin me to stay patient
She don't know I'm, cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
But I can and I will though, I probably chill doe
Even though situation lookin kinda ill yo
It came to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga comin off some love potion shit
Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screamin, don't blast here's the stash
A hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please
Nigga pullin mad g's out the floor
Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell
Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh
Yo man, y'all niggaz ain't gonna believe what the fuck happened to me
Remember that bitch I left the club with man yo, freaky yo, I'm up in
This bitch playa this bitch fuckin run them ol mink ass niggaz and shit
I'm up in the spot though, one of them six-five niggaz, I don't know
Anyway I'm up in the motherfuckin spot, so boom I'm up in the pussy
Whatever whatever, I sparks up some lye, pop duke creeps up in on some
Must have been rained out or something because he's in the
Spot had me scared, had me scared, I was shook daddy, but I forget I
Had my roscoe on me always, you know how we do, so anyway the nigga
Comes up the stairs, he creepin up the steps, the bitch all shook she
Sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit. She gettin
Mad nervous, I said fuck that man I'm the nigga, you know how we do it
Nigga, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfuckin face
Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack. Soon this nigga comes up in
The spot, flash the desert in his face he drops the glass, looked like
The nigga pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother ahh fuck it
This nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin me
Mad papers, mad papers, I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch cuz
Word to mother I used to fuck her cousin but you ain't know that hahaha
You wouldn't know that shit, really though, I threw all that
Motherfuckin money up in the prada knapsack. two words, I'm gone
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, yo nigga got some lye, y'all got
Some lye
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.49] Who y'all talkin to man
[00:03.72] Uhh
[00:05.18] Check it out, check it out
[00:08.65] This here goes out
[00:10.02] To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches
[00:12.11] In other niggaz cribs
[00:14.42] Thinkin shit is sweet
[00:17.09] Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha
[00:19.88] Live niggaz respect it, check it
[00:22.35] I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
[00:25.44] Even left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya
[00:28.01] Niggaz think frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that
[00:30.85] With a kodak, insta-ma-tak
[00:32.40] We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat
[00:35.48] Sweetness, where you parked at
[00:37.36] Petiteness but that ass fat
[00:39.28] She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I'm fucking witchu
[00:43.04] The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo
[00:45.58] Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like Arsenio
[00:48.32] Yo, the bitch push a double-oh
[00:50.85] With the five in front, probably a connivin' stunt
[00:53.46] Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her
[00:55.61] Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh
[00:58.55] Then we all get laced
[01:00.85] Television's, Versace heaven, when I'm up in em
[01:03.13] The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
[01:05.68] She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks
[01:08.14] Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
[01:10.79] She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush
[01:13.22] We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous
[01:15.45] I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the utah jazz
[01:18.09] My 112, cd blast, I was past
[01:21.15] She came twice I came last, roll the grass
[01:23.63] She giggle, say I don't smoke it on homegrown
[01:26.03] Then I heard her moan, honey I'm home
[01:28.78] Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
[01:31.45] I'm up in his broad I know he won't like this
[01:33.75] Now I'm like bitch you better talk to him
[01:36.47] Before this fist put a spark to him
[01:38.02] Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part through him
[01:41.51] Lose a major part to him, arm, leg
[01:44.21] She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer
[01:46.54] Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
[01:49.36] Before my eyes could blink
[01:51.62] She screams out, honey bring me up something to drink
[01:54.12] He go back downstairs more time to think
[01:56.93] Her brain racing, she's tellin me to stay patient
[01:59.51] She don't know I'm, cool as a fan
[02:01.97] Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
[02:04.42] But I can and I will though, I probably chill doe
[02:07.33] Even though situation lookin kinda ill yo
[02:09.83] It came to me like a song I wrote
[02:12.19] Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope
[02:14.65] Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
[02:17.20] Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
[02:19.84] Play the cut, nigga comin off some love potion shit
[02:22.59] Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
[02:25.37] Dropped the glass screamin, don't blast here's the stash
[02:27.88] A hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please
[02:30.48] Nigga pullin mad g's out the floor
[02:32.50] Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
[02:35.13] Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell
[02:37.47] Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh
[02:40.06] Yo man, y'all niggaz ain't gonna believe what the fuck happened to me
[02:44.26] Remember that bitch I left the club with man yo, freaky yo, I'm up in
[02:48.31] This bitch playa this bitch fuckin run them ol mink ass niggaz and shit
[02:51.34] I'm up in the spot though, one of them six-five niggaz, I don't know
[02:57.72] Anyway I'm up in the motherfuckin spot, so boom I'm up in the pussy
[03:00.77] Whatever whatever, I sparks up some lye, pop duke creeps up in on some
[03:05.21] Must have been rained out or something because he's in the
[03:10.55] Spot had me scared, had me scared, I was shook daddy, but I forget I
[03:15.48] Had my roscoe on me always, you know how we do, so anyway the nigga
[03:22.63] Comes up the stairs, he creepin up the steps, the bitch all shook she
[03:25.79] Sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit. She gettin
[03:28.65] Mad nervous, I said fuck that man I'm the nigga, you know how we do it
[03:33.56] Nigga, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfuckin face
[03:37.11] Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack. Soon this nigga comes up in
[03:42.48] The spot, flash the desert in his face he drops the glass, looked like
[03:46.87] The nigga pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother ahh fuck it
[03:50.69] This nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin me
[03:55.91] Mad papers, mad papers, I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch cuz
[04:01.40] Word to mother I used to fuck her cousin but you ain't know that hahaha
[04:06.82] You wouldn't know that shit, really though, I threw all that
[04:11.99] Motherfuckin money up in the prada knapsack. two words, I'm gone
[04:16.66] No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, yo nigga got some lye, y'all got
[04:22.92] Some lye
[04:40.64]
[00:03.72] Uhh
[00:05.18] Check it out, check it out
[00:08.65] This here goes out
[00:10.02] To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches
[00:12.11] In other niggaz cribs
[00:14.42] Thinkin shit is sweet
[00:17.09] Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha
[00:19.88] Live niggaz respect it, check it
[00:22.35] I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
[00:25.44] Even left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya
[00:28.01] Niggaz think frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that
[00:30.85] With a kodak, insta-ma-tak
[00:32.40] We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat
[00:35.48] Sweetness, where you parked at
[00:37.36] Petiteness but that ass fat
[00:39.28] She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I'm fucking witchu
[00:43.04] The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo
[00:45.58] Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like Arsenio
[00:48.32] Yo, the bitch push a double-oh
[00:50.85] With the five in front, probably a connivin' stunt
[00:53.46] Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her
[00:55.61] Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh
[00:58.55] Then we all get laced
[01:00.85] Television's, Versace heaven, when I'm up in em
[01:03.13] The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
[01:05.68] She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks
[01:08.14] Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
[01:10.79] She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush
[01:13.22] We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous
[01:15.45] I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the utah jazz
[01:18.09] My 112, cd blast, I was past
[01:21.15] She came twice I came last, roll the grass
[01:23.63] She giggle, say I don't smoke it on homegrown
[01:26.03] Then I heard her moan, honey I'm home
[01:28.78] Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
[01:31.45] I'm up in his broad I know he won't like this
[01:33.75] Now I'm like bitch you better talk to him
[01:36.47] Before this fist put a spark to him
[01:38.02] Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part through him
[01:41.51] Lose a major part to him, arm, leg
[01:44.21] She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer
[01:46.54] Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
[01:49.36] Before my eyes could blink
[01:51.62] She screams out, honey bring me up something to drink
[01:54.12] He go back downstairs more time to think
[01:56.93] Her brain racing, she's tellin me to stay patient
[01:59.51] She don't know I'm, cool as a fan
[02:01.97] Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
[02:04.42] But I can and I will though, I probably chill doe
[02:07.33] Even though situation lookin kinda ill yo
[02:09.83] It came to me like a song I wrote
[02:12.19] Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope
[02:14.65] Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
[02:17.20] Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
[02:19.84] Play the cut, nigga comin off some love potion shit
[02:22.59] Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
[02:25.37] Dropped the glass screamin, don't blast here's the stash
[02:27.88] A hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please
[02:30.48] Nigga pullin mad g's out the floor
[02:32.50] Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
[02:35.13] Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell
[02:37.47] Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh
[02:40.06] Yo man, y'all niggaz ain't gonna believe what the fuck happened to me
[02:44.26] Remember that bitch I left the club with man yo, freaky yo, I'm up in
[02:48.31] This bitch playa this bitch fuckin run them ol mink ass niggaz and shit
[02:51.34] I'm up in the spot though, one of them six-five niggaz, I don't know
[02:57.72] Anyway I'm up in the motherfuckin spot, so boom I'm up in the pussy
[03:00.77] Whatever whatever, I sparks up some lye, pop duke creeps up in on some
[03:05.21] Must have been rained out or something because he's in the
[03:10.55] Spot had me scared, had me scared, I was shook daddy, but I forget I
[03:15.48] Had my roscoe on me always, you know how we do, so anyway the nigga
[03:22.63] Comes up the stairs, he creepin up the steps, the bitch all shook she
[03:25.79] Sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit. She gettin
[03:28.65] Mad nervous, I said fuck that man I'm the nigga, you know how we do it
[03:33.56] Nigga, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfuckin face
[03:37.11] Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack. Soon this nigga comes up in
[03:42.48] The spot, flash the desert in his face he drops the glass, looked like
[03:46.87] The nigga pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother ahh fuck it
[03:50.69] This nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin me
[03:55.91] Mad papers, mad papers, I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch cuz
[04:01.40] Word to mother I used to fuck her cousin but you ain't know that hahaha
[04:06.82] You wouldn't know that shit, really though, I threw all that
[04:11.99] Motherfuckin money up in the prada knapsack. two words, I'm gone
[04:16.66] No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, yo nigga got some lye, y'all got
[04:22.92] Some lye
[04:40.64]