Lyrics:
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
equal pay
A horse is a pig that don't fly straight
Doin Darryl Gates but is Willie Williams
Down with the pilgrims
Just a super slave
We'll have
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
Big Money Tiger let get it huh
Hook
I’m on tv now you can see me boy I am on tv now we getting money boy I am on tv now
I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
I’m, unsigned now
And you don’t check me, when you, see me
Cuz I, run my town
(Said)
Shorty by the bar
So I buy the bar
Turn the bar to a party
We all
Molly (hah)
Green Card from that visa (Green Card from visa)
Get caught and she leave (get caught and she leave)
By example, I lead (by example, I
I'm selfish I don't shares
Touch them if you dare
I'll kick you like the snare
I want to beat the cashier
And cause riots everywhere
Give white people
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
shit, sound like my old albums
Heard you boys ain't true, wanna be like my whole crew
You even got a lil' DJ, trying to be like Screw
But nigga y'all
on our mind like
Niggas out here stressing
Boy if you don't get your ass to work
Get this money now, get that paper
Have some fun
Cause when it's too late,
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
'cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin'
Shit is crazy
That's the first time I met Cole, yo shout out Cole, that's my fucking boy
Big Sean, all these homies man that I met, it was crazy, Don
of the illest spitters with a verbal bark
Yo where your burners at?
Fizzy wo' will raise the heat like a thermostat
Don't get the man vexed, you'll get
death by reptilian
Got enough land for your boy band
Your Ride is closed for the joy land
Don't show off your AK from hamleys
That's fake fake
I take take
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
pushing through like I'm Lupe
People still hate me like I'm Ronnie 2k
All my beats and raps equal Bron and D-Wade
I could do a whole album by my fucking
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get
fucking lying)
Yeah, uh (Coke Boy, baby)
More money, more problems, why I bought the choppa
And fuck that bitch, she went and switched, I got hella
I don't fuck with the police
Fuck Kenny Beats, Fuck Kenny Beats, that's it, one take Drake
Krispy Kreme the shit, yeah the donuts are fire
I drive 40
[Will.I.Am]
One for the treble
Two for the bass
3 for the ladies
And four for the blaze
Yo yo yo
It's that heat, that heat, that heat, that
look at me now
They don't know what it takes
All these people always thought I was so fake
That I was just a dumb white boy sitting in the corner
But
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
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