Lyrics:
at and them Cadillacs
Don't care what you in or where you at, let the top
Back fire up a sack
If you feeling good if you looking good, if you looking
Good
at and them Cadillacs
Don't care what you in or where you at, let the top
Back fire up a sack
If you feeling good if you looking good, if you looking
Good
religion and I told that girl the truth
And these hoes been saying they love me but I just wanna hear that from you
How they gon play up in my face then come
right now I hope you're listening
Let me tell you about the story bout that District
Wild youngin
Chillin with the Misfits
On Georgia Ave. with the OG's
nobody here better ever tell me shit
Walked to the stu from my old apartment
Cause I sold my house when my girl cheated
Alone as shit you don’t owe me
don't love yourself you can't love nobody (okay)
Keep up, nigga (okay)
I love myself
you gon' need to travel, ladies (I'm a hell of a nigga, you
what they tell me but that's what my vision is
And they gonna hate it yeah they gon diminish it
They gon need medics when I make em sick
I stay by my
you know you know I saw you on a PJ
When you gon' fly me out, when you gon' smoke me out
Always throw the mans out, motherfuck a hand out
All I ever
'head and brush 'em
Without you around, I can't function
We gon' be together 'til the day we die
And when they put us in the ground we'll be side by
dare would I
Pull a Pharcyde, let you pass me by (uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Nothin' like your last guy, he too square for you
He don't smack that ass
would
We gon' keep on makin' money 'cause this honey is good, hear me?
I love a ghetto ass chick (chick), break down green for me
If I would let her,
would
We gon' keep on makin' money 'cause this honey is good, hear me?
I love a ghetto ass chick (chick), break down green for me
If I would let her,
on the newspaper
In the sea with some tons strapped to his ankles
Fuck nigga, try me at any angle
I'ma shoot him and turn him into an angel
Boy, you gon' turn
wit me, I'ma bring you up in my world
My ghetto pass go state to state
I could go in any hood 'cuz I ain't fake
I'll bob my head, I'll stomp my feet
Oh my God, it's S1
I know y'all waited
You know S1 we ain't dropped in ages
What u mean by that nigga had made me
Did a rip then we went back
Every hoe I let go I bet that I can get her back
Girl
Cause wen I Holla she gon holla back
Girl
You been lookin like Gwen
Keep it brief I’m
Every hoe I let go I bet that I can get her back
Girl
Cause wen I Holla she gon holla back
Girl
You been lookin like Gwen
Keep it brief I'm
understand it
Another thing, let me take my glasses off
Cause I wanna see the reaction on there faces when I say this
Ha ha, this is why I don't respect you
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you
understand it
Another thing, let me take my glasses off
Cause I wanna see the reaction on there faces when I say this
Ha ha, this is why I don't respect you
she want, gon' have to come catch me
Piss test me all you want, I'ma smoke when I'm ready
Pants hanging off me now, 'cause my pistol heavy (hood)
But
it true
12, 16 PM, Charlie boy, this shit for you
This is for my dawgs, this is for real the truth
I hope when I'm long gone, they play my shit in
Let's mark all our problems bae
Don't worry you can cry
Sometimes it's gon feel like you on the bottom or the side
Your mind gon run on things you do in
Yeah it's young Khalifa Man
Mr. Spacely
Everyone call me man
Taylor Gang or die
And this project is brought to you by
Champagne
And paper planes too
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