Lyrics:
on them
Church mode they get to clapping on them
Work mode they get to slapping on them
When they fake
They get the work ethic
No talking all business
the sprinter
Deep in it out in Venice
With the windows tinted
I know that we was far from committed
But ain't nobody business
What we are can't be written
biggest fan, when nobody messing with it
And be the bigger man, when somebody doesn't get it, you know
Yeah, that's the nature of this business
It's all
Running through the crop, no, we never stop
I've been on 10 for a minute
I stand on my business, LeBron with his kicks
We do it like this
And by the time
not want it with us x2
Cuz we be the type that a buss
Su-Pa verse:
I'ma Soulja
You don't really want it with us
Less it's bout some business
Anit no
run it back to that nigga Jimmy
I see you in the chair but can you stand on business
High school just a topic that you're not forgetting
Aye Dot, show
caught a little buzz when you passed by
I was trippin' when you finally let me hit it
Figured out that ain't nobody gonna love me like that last high
the corners suppliers dem bait
Hung up my boots and laced up real ones Adriano you can call me a waste
two glocks just side by side
Manufacture Russian it
I treat the music like drugs and the bando is my stage
How do you expect me to keep sane?
When they all up in my business I want money not the fame
y'all
So drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well
on the sidewalk
with no place to stay and with no one to talk?
Maybe you have a wife and kids and a big house
Or maybe you're a business man with the big
superando
He had a business
Era jardinero
Eight houses a day
Y Le dejaba dinero
Los fines de semana
Yo le ayudaba
Me pagaba mi lana
Feliz me quedaba
En la
the nearest chump wet
Feed him to your poison
Mind my own business every single month
Head down, walking quick, the fuck's he running from?
Politician
peeps-throw ya crates in the streets-man ya facing defeat-oh now you major guys -yeah you plagiarize - you stay in a circle surrounded by snakes that lie-your
Almond Pear In Love
Pear is there and there it is
Sets no store by its business
Stoic brown, weathered green
Perfect in its imperfection
Loud
killed by nitties
Touch down for not minding your business
Out here you're a clown, indoors you beat up your gyal
Silly likkle bwoy
Beef who live where
TICKET, YOUR GONNA RIDE THAT RIDE| |OH NO I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT KIND OF SADDLE HE'S ON|CAUSE YOU CAN'T JUDGE A MAN BY WEATHERED LEATHER AND CHROME|OH I'M
by Night Achi, willkommen auf dem Maskenball
Maskhara, keiner malt hier mit Wasserfarben
Kids hantieren mit Butterfly, schneiden Sticks und machen
get me wrong, I really love your bitchness
The only fukks I disrespect are bitches in the music-business.
And if you feel me put your hands up
albums cost a fifth per track
And so your favorite band
They don't make that second album
Dropped by their label 'cause they can't pay it back
It
alright?
Cigarette buts in a coffee cup, can someone please call my phone?
And we swing by a CBS, I left my contact solution at home
Goodbye summer
be floatin' in the lake by ten
I don't fuck with confused liars
Rather lay low with a slut, consumin' my nut like a new diet
Brother, I'm too fire
the hotel, make a grown girl go and wait by the door (Damn)
He said he's getting money but that's more lies
'Cause his watch cost the price of my .45
précision, hey, planqué sous l'lit à la maison, hey
Trafic sur tous les axes (boum boum boum) drive-by: il me faut un casque
On va faire tomber tous les
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