Lyrics:
to the studio
You know he do it one take
He said tell me what you think of this
And I heard it, and I was thinking like, man
I really wanted more like
Girl we could just do it like a boss
She grew up by herself off in these projects
Saw me on the corners, knew that I was back then
First day of school,
sick as fuck
Pass her to the homie like I'm Romo, damn, she thick as fuck
I done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truck
Man down, I might
door
Same color as some puddin'
Goddamn that car good lookin', driver good lookin'
Goddamn them rims good lookin'
I know you fuck nigga's don't like us
I am not satisfied with getting by
I need an Audi or Bentley in my garage
I know these b like that I'm a god
Order in life will get you far yea
Sense
gas so she wanna friend me
Plenty
Beamer Benz or the Bentley
Plenty
Blowing gas like a fan
Chillen here right with the Gang
Live my life just like
the ceiling man.
I’m feeling like Biggie
Made it out the mud and I push a new Bentley through my city
I’m feeling like Pac, boy
I’m feeling like Biggie
All
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
And like Chicago winds, I was once a Street Disciple
Rockin' every Jordan shoe, Nike put out by Michael
That made me feel like I could fly, sometimes I
man's dap you up call you fam
That's how you get roasted and cooked just like spam
I go ham with the facts on the tracks you can't stop me like damn
Stay hot, stay fly
Keep her right by my side, (she so fine can't you see man)
Yep, that's my girlfriend
(can you hear me man)
Yep, that's my
nuttin less
Niggaz round town actin like they fucked the Gangsta Boo
Hoes round town sayin did she fuck my man too?
Yo I'm runnin shit niggaz gave me
up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Hey yo I'm higher than a pilot man
I'll cut your body man
I'm focus man, yo Free
Why don't you holla at me man
Now who else but me slim waist with that swag
Get on G, five plans and fly fast
If it
the man you wanna come home and talk to
Can't wait to take those right off you
Wanna do anything you need
If you just, please, open up, please
Let me watch,
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Lian:….
Prrr
Pull
a middle finger up, screamin'
'fuck that law!' (Uh, huh)
The Phantom can't hold me
So I went and bought a Spider
Nigga, I Swizz Beatz like
A fucking Ruff
know I be hangin' wit' Jews
Get money wit' Russians, I'm makin' my moves
The hood behind me, I never could lose, I'm good, I'm solid
Can't play me
Bentley truck I got wheels
Whoa... Chills... I'm running with a bitch up for the chills
Selling drugs man I'm selling by the pills
When I knock a sad bitch
the most when it come to other women baby come over
I try my hardest to be the best man it ain't like ask for these other women
To be on me like I am him
see them they ball up
We riding round in that BM and the long truck
You see me in ya hood, my ghetto pass good
I'll turn you into a customer
I've been
I'm a get the things you want from me
She said I don't care about that just call when you land
And when we done having sex, please say that you my man
She fuckin' everybody's man ain't nobody safe out here watch out!
I fuckin' warned you bitch
You wanna fuck my man when you knew about me?
Running some
I prayed for height, but they gave me width
The apple of my mother's eye even if they convict
The rudest unemployed apartment wrecking bum with
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