Lyrics:
Throwback track Monica go ahead and sing to me
Turn the music up, Pop a molly, Epiqué dance for me
Millionaires estate go and get it mix tape for me please
possessions we are humans
We like to be wined and dined by candle light
Not being cooped up in the house
Trying to be held up tight
So Jazzy Jeff and Fresh
You made it good line
I make it a hot song
You riding your man's dick
But Flex ain't drop no bombs
Time will Reveal what I'm on
Gaining weight in
with pistols empty clips it's more than two in sight
Flexing big rolls, I'm the man don't ask me who am I
Smoke extendos don't play with me you will be
off ask him, who the fuck you talking to ?
Here's a notice
Tryna steal your time like Mr. Smith
Will you Focus
Lose ya mind in this new shit
lesson
Liquor store tees i will never H and M it
My homies up on Smith running plays like they Emmit
F it i'm a menace high ground with the leverage
Floor
Tryin' to make it, but never ever will
But never ever will because niggas is like, we out here naked
Always by ourself, though
Hit the blunt so I can get
Houston, and of course Will Smith
Can't forget about Madonna or New Kids on the Block
And we all know the 90's supplied us the best rock!
Give me some
lil' hoe a thot
I will say it to her face, but she like, no I'm not
Man, I swear that bitch would slap me
The mouth was always open, yeah, she chewin'
Sometimes I gotta get all by myself
Getting lost in the mix trying find myself
To realize I've been trapped inside myself
There's a war and I'm
fascinated by the game
I bugged out
They raised twenty-five cent prices
For my video games
Mortal Kombat time for no contract
Back to the Future no one told
You're black you create. the fabric, the couches, the tables, the drapes,
The foundation, walls and paint, cmerica's House was built by your race,
at promo, yo
Way u talk true den lek for suck-teeth.
I got the keys to success like a lock smith.
Me man den all Dey fast so we be like Fuck it (eat).
Komot
will drip,
Your blood will spurt and
You'll be six feet under dirt.
So this is what it feels like being the prey?
The early bot gets the human,
an entanglement like Jada Smith
I ain't ride like Will, but ask about me, Im a legend
She say, what's that in your jeans? I'm like, bae, it's my extended clip
Tell
tired of you rappers
It's time for me to restore
I done fixed these bitches house up
And have them living swell
But yet and still a nigga like me was
tired of you rappers
It's time for me to restore
I done fixed these bitches house up
And have them living swell
But yet and still a nigga like me was
ain't home
And I'm rocking with my crew
Just rolled into town and I came to lay it down
Pass me the 'gar and we'll go very far
Pull up to your house, take
crazy
But she’s kinda cute
I think I liked her
Might I get her Insta name, uh
I’ll try to get her attention
But it’s a little hard
She’s surrounded by
Come'on
Come'on
ride.
Can you hear?
Never fear
whatcha hear.
What ya hear
is it clear?
Understand
and love ya big dear
and I will appear
my dear
with a beer
my people on the front lines
People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
to walk
Clear view, dark tints
Hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops
Niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
for us
Disarming tenderness, sold house to fund a business, now it seems she is showing interest
Become a woman in your nature, staying clever, make
sittin' by the Benz grill
Not's a hundreds, it's lunch, kid, play fair
Stay here, feed your brother, be's a one, shit
Enough money to slum kids, kings will
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