29 39 - Yoga Flame

Why you mad?

This shit ain’t no joke

I cannot go broke, for that coke

I might cut your throat, I cannot go broke

If you sniff, know I got that shit

I can kill your nose for the low

D Sav got that blow, D Sav got that blow

If you snitch, about fuckin' a bitch, then boy you must be gay

Fuck out my face, you just irritate

That chopper spray like mace

Where you at?

Boolin' with my folks

I fucked this bitch, went ghost

I’m the shit, don’t give a fuck about a bitch, I’m tryna get rich

These hoes want to suck you and fuck you

You do what you want when you up in the bathroom

Sorry that I just finessed you

I got the white like some tissue

You niggas want beef, what’s the issue?

Mom and Daddy gonna miss you

Don’t got the time

Baby I’m too Ginuwine

Gardena is mine

I’m smoking this dope, too high in the clouds I’m flying

Yeah I’m soarin', just got a QP I’m pourin'

You don’t smoke no dope, you hit my woods and you choke

Oh that’s your hoe?

Why D Savage in her throat?

In a rover, riding with my chauffeur

You on the sofa, and you ain’t making no bucks

You got no luck, try me you get fucked up

I got that chopper, right under the covers

You need to lay low, bullet shots coming through the window

Boolin' wit big bro, I sauced him up like Melo

Baby I’m too Ginuwine

Baby I’m too 39