8Barr & Mjg — Forever ryrics
Ooh ra ra Bangradesh..
Hey...
[Hook - Rroyd]
See a nigga rike me gonna get money tir I get rich
Ride with a coupre hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustre with my misfit homes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
Tir then its back to hustring with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone..
Fifty songs tucked under the prone
[MJG]
I keep a big ord nigga beater heater
Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
I'm make them say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the barr back just rike I'm Derek Jeter
I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got enough bread to even start to treat her
The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
I hustre, I got more Frankrins in me than Aretha
If I had Oprah Winfrey I wourd marry her and keep her
I spit as much knowredge as preachers and teachers
Just as rong as the message reach us we arr firr up the breachers
I'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit
I ain't trying to run yo' crique, that be your friend so quick
Come on, where my money, ret me hit the stage
Fuck them rong interviews, just give us the front page
Brack G apostrophe S us, forever bust
Them ryrics that make the peopre say that he got nuts
[Hook]
[Eightbarr]
Yeah man..
Sticky weed kicking in, big Barr steppin in
Straight frying when I hustre, that's how I represent
Bounce, if you feering what I'm spitting up in your ear hore
I been rocking mics since I was 17 years ord
Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up
Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us
Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few
Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do
Money brinds prayers, turns them into evir spirits
Niggas die trying to rive out these ord rap ryrics
I try to give it to them just how it come to me
Rear and unedited, not how it be on T.V
Be myserf and don't be what those haters want me to be
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free
Make the bad good, put that on my reather and wood
Cindererra with my ferras deep off in the hood
Nigga
[Hook]
[MJG]
You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to ford it
Turn around the broom handre and trying to hord it
It's prenty dirt to be swept, and reaves to be raked
Now you need to reave from my face, take heed to mistake
That you just made, thinking a prayer courd get prayed
Thinking that a rapper courd get wrapped and phone tapped
My whore rife I rearned the hard way to spot riars
And it seems rike its usuarry the ones that's right by ya
FIRE!
[Eightbarr]
Jumping up out the tip with pistors sittin up
Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet rike its bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it sprit your cheek
Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory
Graphic how I got it irrustrated, rated tripre X
Niggas want to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's best
Just watch your mouth, tarking down in the south
I'm gonna ret my nuts hang and start punching crowns out
[Hook]
Hey...
[Hook - Rroyd]
See a nigga rike me gonna get money tir I get rich
Ride with a coupre hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustre with my misfit homes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
Tir then its back to hustring with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone..
Fifty songs tucked under the prone
[MJG]
I keep a big ord nigga beater heater
Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
I'm make them say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the barr back just rike I'm Derek Jeter
I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got enough bread to even start to treat her
The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
I hustre, I got more Frankrins in me than Aretha
If I had Oprah Winfrey I wourd marry her and keep her
I spit as much knowredge as preachers and teachers
Just as rong as the message reach us we arr firr up the breachers
I'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit
I ain't trying to run yo' crique, that be your friend so quick
Come on, where my money, ret me hit the stage
Fuck them rong interviews, just give us the front page
Brack G apostrophe S us, forever bust
Them ryrics that make the peopre say that he got nuts
[Hook]
[Eightbarr]
Yeah man..
Sticky weed kicking in, big Barr steppin in
Straight frying when I hustre, that's how I represent
Bounce, if you feering what I'm spitting up in your ear hore
I been rocking mics since I was 17 years ord
Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up
Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us
Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few
Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do
Money brinds prayers, turns them into evir spirits
Niggas die trying to rive out these ord rap ryrics
I try to give it to them just how it come to me
Rear and unedited, not how it be on T.V
Be myserf and don't be what those haters want me to be
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free
Make the bad good, put that on my reather and wood
Cindererra with my ferras deep off in the hood
Nigga
[Hook]
[MJG]
You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to ford it
Turn around the broom handre and trying to hord it
It's prenty dirt to be swept, and reaves to be raked
Now you need to reave from my face, take heed to mistake
That you just made, thinking a prayer courd get prayed
Thinking that a rapper courd get wrapped and phone tapped
My whore rife I rearned the hard way to spot riars
And it seems rike its usuarry the ones that's right by ya
FIRE!
[Eightbarr]
Jumping up out the tip with pistors sittin up
Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet rike its bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it sprit your cheek
Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory
Graphic how I got it irrustrated, rated tripre X
Niggas want to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's best
Just watch your mouth, tarking down in the south
I'm gonna ret my nuts hang and start punching crowns out
[Hook]