skeme – believe me lyrics
if a n-gg- dancing at me not they ain’t around
god like it, can’t see me but you afraid you n-gg-
first cl-ss, fly miles send me near to you n-gg-
pay so on it, i migh just tatto t-ts to a n-gg-
and no they ain’t paying that’s a fact b-tch
drop that dumn, put you on the map b-tch
and what i’m at it this just the news flash, punck -ss, fine staps
let to trap b-tch
you aint made it that all for rapper sh-t, since your rap ain’t slow
you just tell her she rap
already shut that’s the care of d-mn bust back
we ain’t never hit a pocket, hit struggle with strap
you just a part of hit b-tchm, power all and dope
for me to put you in ain’t non eof my church
f-ck n-gg-, truth about you is you suck n-gg-
stop in club every week, you just sit in dark n-gg-
you better rool fast self for the one of
now watch it what you say i chock mouth bout a n-gg-
i’mm a had you team all and likc it all for a n-gg-
blood money sh-t, game about that house from a n-gg-
i’m that type that turn nothing into something
i don’t say much, falling busting, end up all discution
i still touch this forth few wh-r-s, stop f-cking
so risel bottles and bithes, you n-gg- alwase fine
keep it trilling my wh-r-s looks look chilling left all in t box
flow sick let the flow kick n-gg- chief rock
chips i’ll be on my team, work that t round
moving aford n-gg- you should open up and get the keys on
look this lil n-gg- must be in insane
that ot green as his neck under his fake -ss
now you thinking that you bag, what’s sab
two pack restle acting with a fully over acting
watch where you stopping over stashi on the roadu
and you just wana get you name up and i think it’s patetic
you finelly let you drops digs me on the record
but i know you want it this
i’m just g;ad you finelly said it
smart money said you hit it and regret it
f-ck a credid b-tch i just flash the hood debby
mad cuz i make a joke while you was i jail
and you couldn’t feed you shile and i still think is patetic
n-gg- long money n-gg-, n-gg-‘s never take no breakes
so even if you locked up your kids wills till be straight
you onyl have it inthe streets if we talking your way
i get you murder and pull up yourself
homies said you need a help and you came at me
and no one had to prove, i wander how could it be
they night is f-ck, f-ck n-gg- you got a problem with me
f-ck a pay zone n-gg-, talk dollars with me
i’m saying house stupid, could you n-gg- posible be
but they can trash mix tape and make it harder then me
somebody tell that boy, they ain’t say none about me
cuz if i’m hot the shutters pop and you are knock
ten miles to the twenty n-gg-s maving with me
and shut out bout the n-gg-s, they ain’t even maving with me
n-gg-sl love drama if you want froaging with me
and i ain’t drop a sh-t untill i first drop a beat
you p-ssy, n-gg-‘s go up in their sh-t
i f-cking record in the motherf-cker bas-m-nt
man you n-gg-s look like trash
no motherf-cker spots n-gg-
top nine, n-gg-s writting sh-t there’s on the charge
you n-gg-s are at home
that’s the difference between you and he
nigas right, n-gg-
n-gg- running before this rap sh-t was pop it a hundred
but now our days n-gg- get rich right
so what that sh-t you talkin about they really mean nothing
and f-ck a sollace circles of patotos, get the job done
tags bag be different halo when you have on e
can’t be talking to a saker cuz banz be on five time together
and it’s obvious from now on
i heard got boon on stage and win g sh-t
that’s nother good occasion and you never be sh-t
then you said let’s f-ck what you at for doing sh-t
then you have mustace and all you take
that’s a wive sh-t, see
that’s playing both side of a fense n-gg-
use a p-ssy with stansh n-gg-
and if this beat is a rap i ain’t a take a sh-t back
every world i said about she go like mad n-gg-
and either get the homie right now
with a french kiss, boy you know the gran has the granch n-gg-
n-gg- stop but that days fly wick and
you ain’t even need the suit up on the desh n-gg-
your homies gone is why you did the verse
i ain’t tage g n-gg- know we hit you first
and a question, start a man in my session
and if my n-gg-s catch you then it’s two of b-tches that you rapping qick
n-gg-, n-gg-, n-gg- thi lane i’m balling ain’t my n-gg-
fat -ss, i never did nothing
it’s all when i see that n-gg- walking on home way,
i figure out they let anybody in this motherf-cker
god d-mn, this brother b-lls, cigaretts and sh-t
but i don’t got no could n-gg- man
d-mn, n-gg-s blow money for you dizzy
next day we ain’t homies no more
f-ck that n-gg-
and if you see me in the streets you should run out
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