Lyrics:
on to the next
The beat made by Goat, Z-O-6 And I'm riding The coast
I'm finna get rich, so let's have a toast She can't Even breath cause my dick in her throat
the shades of lies
More rescued by the tones of truth
I never grew up remembering that time
I were in the car of thoughts
I were dreaming in the car
Call Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sack
C'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin' y'all
Where my cats think you feel me at?
Alla y'all, and when we earn that
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
with Sprewells on my fifth wheel
My album Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
My album Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
Already, I pull up on Perellis with
bro
That's my natural energy
How you gon' fuck up my natural energy
I'ma have the video of the year
You gon' see
I'ma have the album of the year
You
Total domination on stage
Kris is the name, 22 is the age
Those that wanna battle, I know who you are
You got a little girl, you drive a little car
I'm going mad- call it road rage
No Games, No Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out
As time goes by I start to waste away
There's still a lot more to explain
Imma get up & not sit in pain
I sit in my car listening to the rain
As time goes
drugs
You've been blinded by the money
You've been blinded by the cars
You've been blinded by the women
Don't know who the fuck you are
Thought I knew you
up for Tinder and swipe right
'Cause I'm the stereotype of niggas who run fast
Got hate on your plate and loss in your lunchbag
Your whole album
All we want is the money
I keep em' bro.
Wake up one morning, and, with some money
To spend, they go crazy.
I'm going to tell you a story in
(Pimp): That nigga wasts the honey
(Pimp): All we want is the money
(Pimp 2): I keep em' bro. Wake up one morning, and, with some money
of a single
Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though
That's because Jimmy might end up on death row
Now this here jam is like a special kind of song
up
It's just one too many niggas got cars and no land
One too many niggas with cash and no plan
One too many niggas that's tryin to MC
That's one
But I'm takin' care of me and my family, and that's a win to me
(Okay, let me open this up
And the rap album of the year goes to)
I may not ever win
old streets
Glass Fire where we'd all meet
Walk the train tracks
Tired half way
Hiking up the woods on Melrose
Took that album cover on the main road
I
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
Loup pris au piège
Et j'me dis: "Bouge-toi, bouscule tout"
Oublie tes foutus cours
La mort t'attend au bout du couloir
FIX, bientôt l'album
Le caillou
make it hard spin it in the pot and now its millions every year whether albums drop or not
I got the hottest cars I rock the flyest clothes I keep
make it hard spin it in the pot and now its millions every year whether albums drop or not
I got the hottest cars I rock the flyest clothes I keep
Ru and Frogg at?
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck
West side Cedar Block and niggas know what's up
I'm with the shit though, my album drop,
bitch
I'm on the come up, got fake people, they proud of me
By the time that I blow up, them suckers probably be tired of me
So just admit it, you're
SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y'all pop
You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit, bitch wait til my album drop (get 'em cuh)
Say that's yo' new car? Nigga that's my old
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