Lyrics:
If you don't drill the replica good
The bullet won't leave and pop zCBeats
More time just swing where the heart is
Yo, let me get my hands on Lil
the homies
Blue-eyed devil with a fat old monkey
I'mma buy a brand new Caddy on fours
Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four
Platinum on everything
Platinum
on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches
Aye, what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin in the trap, slangin good
to a bitch with some smart lips
And the F&N make my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips
And my bank roll got a big dip
She gon'
tell me how good my french is
Voulez vous coucher aves moi bitches!
Ah!
(OK, now time to bring the big boy out, Kells!)
Hi hi nice to meet ya,
on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches
Aye, what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin in the trap, slangin good
(ayy)
I was sellin' dope in the four with a pole
Tryna get a lil' roll on a ten-speed (ayy)
Last nigga died when he dissed me
Make a nigga fly like
Call me back and let's work shit out
It was good and shit but it had to go south
It's 10 o clock and they's snow outside
Lets light the fire stay
saved
Three or more, two thousand four Blazers
Lookin' good, it's all hood, just analyze the maze
Peace, let's mozy and swaze', y'all
Then count real
saved
Three or more, two thousand four Blazers
Lookin' good, it's all hood, just analyze the maze
Peace, let's mozy and swaze', y'all
Then count real
Bro what's poppin'
It's 'bout time real shy town niggas link up
Without no further a due
I give you
Yung Berg and Twista let's get it in
Aye
If she really wanna cry me a river
Go ahead lets drown some sorrows
Smokin on really good gelato
Raw paper same color Nelly Furtado
Couple guns and I
Sexual
Magical
Fast and slow
Take control
Baby don't let me go
Off this cloud 9 put my kitty on
Swoll we roll we feel so close
Loosing our cloths
peers when I served all them years
But no love was lost when you was out rollin' big time
Now I wish you playa hatin niggas would let me get mine
Gossip
want whatcha need
Cred got his heart on his sleeve by the Rolex
Worlds yours girl
Where you wanna roll next
Man it's nothing for your loving
Spend
‘Cause u are feel like i’m being high
Spent my life tryna be a good guy
I sit back and hours gonna fly by
Where I lay my hat is my home, u should
I have to be furious like the fast four
Let it be a ride or die, ama stay trying till my time is up
See this life is not a merry go round
Live your
in his mouth go 4 weeks and come back with 5 and see if you don’t beat yourself up for not being around during that time so don’t tell me I’m a good
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
good girl till it went bad
Yo we lost everything we had
I had to let her go her own way
Words came back you were cheating with him
Go ahead girl
(smokin' a whole pound)
It was just me and my four pound, uh (my four pound)
I hop in the whip and I roll out (I roll out)
She suckin' my dick, she my ho
The pussy's good but the head is better
She wanted to fuck Plan be so I let her
She got some partners like Trichel and Sharell
Another bitch named Savor from
Ibiza
Popping these bottles like 4th of July, we gone roll up for days with the gang just believe It
Aye bitch
Let's run this shit up
All summer we
There is a whole lot going on now
T let's get this going
Hmm
Mac are you ready for this one
Yes Sir
You ready, haha ha
Yeah
You already know Na8
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