Lyrics:
the stew late at night with a couple hoes
Finna pour a whole six with my purple Fanta
Green and red beam on a Glock
You get struck by Santa
Got this one
shit, I'm in six
Zayn say with it too, that fuckin' bitch
Lob it up, know I'm a woman, that shit can't even dunk
How will I do it
Steal all my money, I
to be your tragedy.
So pay attention every step of your grind keep your eyes on the prize or they'll play with your mind.
Before 6 in the morning I be out
three in house, six online, nine upstairs
Called a devil based off my hair But Baby, on the highway to hell
I took the scenic route Baby, comin' out of my
tryna get some vick
Boss man, what's happening with ya, nigga?
Let me clear the business
Yo I got it but not this instance
Yo boss, them boys slipped
the time was comin' soon
With so much left to say I prayed, Lord, I ain't finished
Just give us five more minutes
Time rolls by, the clock don't stop
I
(Ha)
Guess you loving on a self made man
Got my heart tied up with the Benjamins
I need a hottie little mommy in the back of my Benz
Bumping heads when
I'm not the man
Balling on these niggas like the 6th man
My shit really ain't that complex
But this right here is my old flow
Chillin in the back
Bruised and abused by the ages of 6
Rolling thru punches and dodging the fist
Curling mine up and repaying the sins as im leavin arenas with jugs
None of them ain't touch Rem' yet (nope)
Had your man open with a sex sext (true)
Tax time only time you cash checks (yeah)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang,
company
I present to you a man who brings (five) new meaning to the ideas
That we (six) currently believe, ladies and (seven) gentlemen
With my great
company
I present to you a man who brings (five) new meaning to the ideas
That we (six) currently believe, ladies and (seven) gentlemen
With my great
here with the trees
Plotting on the scene with T to the Z (trust)
Dem man wanna watch and pree but they can't do me, they ain't got the keys
I'm gonna
Good life, good life yeah
(Doing 150 on the highway)
Good life, good life oh
(In a six gangsta bitch, sitting sideways)
Good life, good life
Have you baking up all day
Have you shaken up by night
She gon' fuck with me one time then say I'm the love of her life
Imma find her when it's right
Her
with my windows tinted
Rolling smoking vibing with my windows tinted
I just do not understand
How the fuck to become the man but
I'm still wondering
You in the War Zone, yeah, THX
I wanna go universal one time, man
I wanna talk to the whole world, man
'Cause, 'cause I know niggaz
I know niggaz
my respect (Give me my respect)
I just took it left like I'm ambidex'
Bitch, I move through London
With the Eurostep (Two)
Got a sneaker deal and I
I did with my advance
'Cause I'm only a man, I had to feed my fam
Took that lil' shit and copped three-thousand-twenty-four grams
Man, guess it is
I let a lot of good ones slip by
And all the trips to Dubai
Like we running thru 6 but we got nowhere to hide
U know the hardest goodbyes
I know
Nah, you don't roll enough
Louis duffel bag don't hold enough
Drinking the brown liquor for both of us
Rose on table, Jesus head with the cable
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
The bar is full up to the brim
With hollow folks drinking gin
In the corner sits a man
Drinking whiskey making a plan
The women dance
And the men
money
Please don’t judge me
So I ask for the foreign, like 10 subs please
Man, Imma get the bag ‘till I’m 6 feet deep
Catch me when I leave
Man you know I
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