Stik Figa - November First lyrics

Fool all respect unless you get it off the toroth Did a little dirt busting serves out on the court I get it really is a joke being so long as I counting every day Not just a fifty in the first Try to get it of the world like I pa**ed in the church You got me hit and get it, while I sit here underscore Phone jerky my old lady on my nerve Almost swatted under burst, switching lanes as I swear Hold truth and nothing but I don't even see the bird Ain't the same so I'mma get what I deserve Wreak in silence with my demons We already came to turn Wiping calling, and they in it Leave your feelings hurt And see me how watch burns nothing they can tell me In a f** it full of crabs wanna grad you to the valley sponsored links Coolest key in the glance got it talking 'bout Zach and Caley turn Up just laugh, with principal mister I got it gram in the cutla**, sitting on voles The plug like that chop so will let go That got your girl keep looking and that b**h don't go I'm twisting up me and my n***as I'm could .. The n***a zipping on ball And getting money maybe not, it's 'bout the dick and let go The s**ers are snakes Cuz motherf**er gonna hate, special when they know you hustel Now you f**ing with KA This sound still loud ,don't make my back pain go Is looking like I got a gotta get the plug on the phone They don't get caught in the dawn What's having this on they don't get pack in the dawn But try to play your n***as pay me Then gonna go back at their home You b**h turn up and she starting to flow I bang her laughing, hit the pedal then go trap all I saw I put her round the front make to eat your b**h They know I'm fine to hit the top And get some money but stay fit My shiny, plan plates, shake it Can be afraid of that low wining base I know why you not do that thang in the same way I know why they not do the same My shiny, plan plates, shake it Can be afraid of that low wining base I know why you not do that thang in the same way I know why they not do the same They jams scrue, we slap rich Roam, roam next dragging 'bout the lynch It is what it is It is what it is It is what it is I say it again, they jam school, we slap rich, roam, roam Roam, roam next dragging 'bout the lynch It is what it is It is what it is It is what it is And anybody hear me saying wook me again