Lyrics:
at Gotti iced out with the blingy-bling
And a big body sittin' on them gleamy things
Now Rockland n****s know the means of cream
Kelly, R&B Thug and it
body sittin' on them gleamy things
Now Rockland niggas know the means of cream
Kelly, R&B Thug and it sings to king
Got PJ niggas in caprime green
we fucking time fly by
Damn the sun up already (til the sun rise)
Is your friend still on the way
Are you talking bout Kimmie or Kelly? (tell her
told me the flow getting nice
But baby my heart really hurt
He wasn't een rolling no dice
And 12 put my bro ona shirt
She forgot to signal her right
So
I'm pouring out this metaphorical 40
Taking time to acknowledge the things that weren't meant for me
Surely there are people in my life who aren't
gonna do with that
I can tell you wanna be with me by how you moving that
Yeah she loving how I tease it
I say girl give me a reason
Put my hand up on her
money
Ballas, get up
You know nem hoe
When it enter that mouth,
Ready for a download
Do it like R. Kelly on the down low
I've seen it, done it,
life fly by so fast so damn fast
So baby let's make it last make it last
I got sauce on my t shirt
We all some players and you watching from
mind your business
I'm a connoisseur better check my monitor
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by the block
Could put your face on a shirt
I was
clubs at
Man i ain't even trying
To hear all that
I'm trying to get my life
Put it on
With this
Music
Get my life
Put it on
With this
Music
Get my life
than shit where the hell is my health
Startin' to feel like Makavelli myself
Watch I put that motherfuckin' MAC 11 to your scalp
Yes, my Maybach I
and tight, yeah
Time for you to slide right in
You know I like my kisses by my waistline (down low)
Put your head between my legs and give me face time
the losers, i call it fools treasure
I been clever, can't play me for no sucka
Getting love from both my baby mothers
Women are vital, they the ones who keep
some shrooms and now I'm on a trip
I know y'all are waiting for my return home
My life is not a game I'll throw you into the inferno
By Dante and one
this nigga tryna be funny
Tuh, the fuck? I can't fuckin' fit
I'm not R. Kelly, don't touch kids, I'm tryna touch a brick
I'm not talkin' gang shit
a ratchet
Put a nigga in the casket, dead body with some maggots
Pistol on my side, p-p-pistol on my side
Young Nola bout to ride, let me do a drive-by
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Burn it up
Girl make it hot like the roof is on fire
Burn it up
Girl the way you dance you are my one desire
Come on
So hot
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Burn it up
Girl make it hot like the roof is on fire
Burn it up
Girl the way you dance you are my one desire
Come on
So hot
I been showing how I move, I been showing how I hurt
I ain't showing none my moves, I just put it on my shirt
and I shofer that shoddy, I just put
still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's on
And my time is none, because I'm writing more
I don't hear to meet a soul
button on my shirt
Safety comes first, so everybody Rehearse
Are you coming to work, for the better or for the worse
I rather ride on a Harley than ride
make me pissed, R. Kelly, I go gold on em
Every day be christmas' Riah Carey, sing a song for em
I ain't even street, I paved the away, fix your
Now we sleep all day and party all night
I'm picking up my homie from the what, Northside
Tommys on my shirt, and nike's on my shoes
We rollin in
Yeah, hey
Pool in my eyes, as you beg I testify that
I hate being alone, but you finally got me out my zone
I know and I miss you
Know when I'm
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