Lyrics:
know what about you?
She said "I don't care, if you're hungry, let's eat"
I said that's what we're gonna do!
But first you gotta tell me
What it is
her
And giver her back like she a leaser
I got da key in this bitch
No ya hoe ain't fine
Ain't no way in Hell that dat bitch is Alicia
I shopping spree
[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
sliding for the world, now I ride with G-O-D
I ain't pray for it, thankfully, pops knew what I need
Nah, I ain't Caleb Gordon, but I get from A to B
If you
if you ain't got that pin number dummy, you can't call me
To hook up with Mix you gotta call that number
Then sit by the phone and wonder
Will he
I'm flipping drops with invisible tops
Hoes bop when my drop step out
Southeast, way back to the SWAT
Yellowstone on West Belfort block
You ain't from
instructions when you've never even got your own hands dirty?
You do 9-5 work
I do 5-9 figures
You just complain and lurk
I'm surrounded by winners
And like
time I see yo body,
I say ooh ooh.
If ? was a car, girl you'd be a phantom,
Yo ass and yo titties, ain't no tellin' if I had them what I'd do (Ooh)
got the time girl I hope you get the meaning
I ain't been asleep in some weeks man
So much on my mind, it'd have a young'n tweaking
Shawty on my line,
[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
And Solid Gold
My Name On The Radio And In The Magazine
My Picture On The TV Screen
It's Ain't Like That Yet, But -Huh- You'll See
I Got Potential And You
spread love
I give my glory to God ain't nobody else above
Principal of the school like ice I'm cool
If you don't follow my lead then you a fool
I got
[Travis]
Travie! (Uh-oh)
Pete, thought I told you
What up, Hemmy? I see you!
I've had the world at arm's length from the get-go
This ain't an arms
got off the hook
I'm jaded
Drunk in the whip playin' Jadakiss
Nah, I ain't worried 'bout
Will and Jada biz you should get with me
Mayweather with
felt it grow
She makes you undefiled now
And she'll clean my nose
I looked so Peaceul
I looked so underworld
I ain't got no mind, but
I ain't
Steady fightin' these demons, get off me
If I let down that window get on (blrrrd)
Never been a ho gotta show me (totally)
Yeah, you don't know me
throat, you'll die for less
We ain't had no dope, you want that? Go to 9th and West
I rap about my city like nobody else
I'm tryna make it with my Blazers,
(extra extra)
A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what I crack
And if you ain't got that, keep wishin' (we all about it)
And to you bitch-ass niggas
Yo, fuck you
Yo, yo, fuck you
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you
Yo, sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?
Yo, fuck you
Yo, yo, fuck you
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you
Yo, sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?
got da coke?
Here go da money. you got the coke?
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Jumped in my cutlass, rollin
shit
With my "Flame On" you can’t tame this kid
Say you’re in the game? I ain’t seeing shit
Like John Cena I can’t see your "Hits"
If you’re coming for
this ain't no play
I need my pox fat like Moray
I got a Mexican plug named Jorge
I'm the Beckham man, baby, need more cakes
You wanna argue, then fuck,
a valet hearse
Everything i am, thinking Kanye words
But It's K by the way, putting my name first
That's word to AB
Said i put in on my soul
I ain't
.jpg/225px-Kanye_West_at_the_2009_Tribeca_Film_Festival_(cropped).jpg "Kanye West")
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