Lyrics:
cut it got the battle axe
And a few times she rush on the real
Get my city right back on the map
She bust it, she push it like a bottle rocket
Baby
comfortable in her own skin
Felt undesired by all the wrong men
I call it the curse of Kardashian
Those days when we were happy with ourselves just seems to be
snaps, tryin' to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin' it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
The name is Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax
The nigga that like them Cadillacs
I stay down with these streets
'Cause these streets is where my folks at
Better
The name is Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax
The nigga that like them Cadillacs
I stay down with these streets
'Cause these streets is where my folks at
Better
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yuh, Aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She want a Chanel bottle, she want a glass case
She wanna dig in my pocket, get it
I've been set off by a pretty little girl
I'm like a rocket from a bottle shot free
I've been just explosive since you lit me
I've been up with
the cadillac
Crusin in the night
Baby grab my hand
Tell me what be on your mind
I'll try to understand
Try n stay right by your side
Baby take this chance
Cuz
exotic cars sold by someone who don’t even like you
Just business to them and should be buying acers of land
Back on topic lyrics rockets I’m the pilot
like footsteps on a beach and love my coffin
Let me dissapear these problems
Bottle in the ocean full of dutches and these backwoods for this weed that I
the lights and water on
But I can't keep my white trash off the lawn
Car engine from a flowerbed
In a whiskey bottle base
Cadillac on a cinderblock
Duct
collapse
Starin' at the world from a different
View like my crooked eye do
Hold my beach cruiser as I ride by you
With my Glasses on, shout out to Malone
knots don't slip
And let me down tonight
I feel the wind in my hair as I climb
Dark Lord is here by my side
You pull up in your Cadillac
Let's take
bottles
Pain in my heart, pain everywhere I go
Hunted by my past but I'm still on my own
Can't find the happiness in this motherfuckin' bottles
What you
to be finished
And i was chosen by Him
This is a game i'm gonna win
Ughum i mean He will win
On my own i'd prolly sin
I'm not perfect and I've said it
These are my own ways
These are my...
Think back, day back, way back
A&R sign, right to Fif buy hip strap (Way, way)
Pray you hate, I meditate, off
until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my
by myself)
But, that's all I need cuz I'm-
Better on my own (Yeah, I'm better on my own)
I'm better on my own (Yeah, I'm better on my own)
No bitch
And count up my cash
Ebt we gon smash
Bottles
Empty
Lock is broken
Not to mention
I'm too high
To bust out all
My caps
55, 6 point
99's and lines
Ak's
Man
writin raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers,
I've been drinking 'til the bottle's gone
I'll be dead by dawn, or just wake up alone again
So much freedom in my head
I built a world of my own
I just
by different country travelers
Ravagin’ through the motherland on the other hand still label us savages
Here goes to coppin’ all the bottles and cans
freestyling in the Cadillac
To late nights writing rhymes back to back
Then I met Jesus
He changed my act
Hit them college years
Saw that fade to black
But in
is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National
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