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Tela - Survival lyrics
[* People screaming in background *] Hey, hey come here, bring yo ass over here right now Put the money in this motherfuckin', FUCK THEM! Just put the money in the got damn bag, just do what I say Hey, hey show me them hands, ooh shit girl GET WHAT I SAID GOT DAMN IT! Keep showin' em' ooh shit girl GOT DAMN IT DID YOU HEAR ME! DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP! [Verse 1] I do get me some grain, ridin' me a Stang Go inside this bank, decide to get em' for them thangs That's what had in mind, some nitro and some nines Pipe bombs and napalm, shit you think I'm lyin' As quickly as I flee them folks come to take it Left my ass no choice but to go off and shake it Shake it to the left, no no, shake it to the right I'm gonna shake it to the left because they left my ass to die Shit off in ya I cause that green I multiply Allergic to that shit back in 1989 When I sold that dope or that purple traded soap All that bullshit for a highly ass rope They make it for that soap, that's all that she wrote Broke kibbles to bits , brought my mom's to pokes I'm stuffin' bags possessed, my dope I will compress Shit I would invest in some quakers on the cut See most of the time I got my ass in Then most the time I took the fuckin' ass end Of the stinkin' paddle, beat my ass like a rattle Snake because they fake, took a piss off in my shadow An adult lesson, I couldn't get no Wesson I dropped down depressin' a broke nigga stressin' [Hook (x3) with various ad-libs] Survival Survival, in these streets [Verse 2] It's killin' me here, we livin' on the hill Next to a crazy motherfucker you can't feel That's why I keep the four-four, the mask and the boat Tey ass fuck with me, they ass cuttin' close Like those on the eighty, say hoes weighty Shit for me, niggas takin' half, I don't play that I want my cakes and eat it, the goods and delete it This shit could be repeated but my ass just seem to meet it Like winds through a pipe or candles to the night Hoes to a pimp, or a Sphinx to a dyke Call me what cha' like but I ain't headin' bike Except for twenty days and that was twenty nights A fuckin' December that was thick as timber Wolves and they tryin' to hit my rims as I deliver Shit to keep me goin' hoes they keep throwin' Monkey tools at my shoes, keep my toes swollen Cause I just go on fast and niggas might blast If I had some bullshit about who's side is grass So why you fuckin' cuttin' disrespectful askin' nothin' Ain't got shit to do but you wanna be doin' something [Hook (to end) with various ad-libs] |
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