Lyrics:
revenue
Overnight, it grows by two
I don't miss a beat
My rhythm sticks the landing, turbulence got 'em all scared to lose their seats
I know how to brave
there
But right now, yo, we gonna up you on how we just chill
Dial the seven digits, call up Bridgette
Her man's a midget, plus she got friends, yo,
there
But right now, yo, we gonna up you on how we just chill
Dial the seven digits, call up Bridgette
Her man's a midget, plus she got friends, yo,
man don't wanna be around
(You're a big girl now)
She's sexy, she got it, she ride it
Every nigga wanna be inside it, uhh
(No more daddy's little
cause I can you do it cuz you have to
Lookin at me like I'm gon fail got some bad news
Good news tightened tha screws loose
Bars by the beaucoup like who
Don't make me have to rise my rifle
Man try send some young boys for me
Don't make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been dropping lately
Don't
to a stepper, South Florida repper
I blister the mic like a shishito pepper, okay
I got several spots like a leopard, okay
Slide on a beat like a zephyr
It's
gone
45 Grippin chrome
Judge be tryin give him life
Got the money send it on
My jewish lawyer bring em home
Ima man of word
All ten Ima stand
Niggas
this shit how I preferred (I preferred)
Mmm
I know I should be humble, but it's somethin' I just haven't learned
Soon enough I'll have to make these
And let's get fucked up, ya know what I'm sayin'
Pass it man, pass the dank sssssss
Damn, this motherfuckin' green, this shit stank man
Yo, who that is right
know he died slow 'cause they heard it
The nigga ain't blew up the spot in a while
And the motherfucker ain't got shot in a while (you know?)
Just
It's like a cold story repeated over and over
In the winters of my mind, yeah
This shit be real, man shit's crazy out here
Yo yo, yo what up y'all?
it on, I'll never be fake with my Pops
Let a nigga play with my Pops
I put up a shoe, nigga, dead and fake by Pops
Half of the city got game for my
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
the lesson's out
By ourselves, met a girl on the exit route
Aw shit, that's a new beginning
Depending how you see it, I be newly winning
Not losing plenty, no
why?
'Cause man ah got purpose
Man's not part of the circus
Dem man are moving nervous
Dad taught me to be a man
My mum taught me how not to be
Hey, hey, hold it down, hold it down
Hello baby, I'm glad you called
We got a party goin' on and it's a free for all
I can't quite hear you,
the come up
Zero to hundred i keep it one hundred
Call me the count i'm your accountant
Wonder how i do it man coz i been through it
Money in my hand like
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
to keep in touch
Keep it on hush without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act
to keep in touch
Keep it on hush without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act
to spit
Got it running down my leg
By the time she stop sucking
Man, that perc gon' be done kicked in
Told the bitch lay on her back
Put your ankles by
dusk ?til dawn
We right across the street, they don't see us
Ay yo, our Cuban disguise, it got us looking like we Jesus
Inshallah, we flee the spot
up and comes to a stop
Like man what a funny thought the both of them 10 feet apart
It made me think back to a song by Kendrick Lamar
Called how much
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