Lyrics:
to cockglocking shit
Hating when we come through ya metropolis
[Dimaond D]
I like the finer things in life, rings and bikes
Expensive whips, first-class trips
though
I'm not KD or the Nets, but three-five put me in my zone
Bag for bag
Play for play
My hustling skills paved the way
It's a lot of talent in
know I'm elite
TOLD niggas twice, right now I makes three
Late night, tryna go on a spree
Like Late night, I be flockin my G
Niggas be hatin and think I
as I went down on my knees
She stood with bare feet crushing a serpent
I said you had your way with me but now I feel too lame to choose between
you think is a joke
Run a nigga head over in a Range Rover
Put a bike on the kickstand, put his face by the wheel
What I just paid for this K is
bailiffs
We come through new cars and clothes
Now bakers wanna know how we make dough
I keep telling 'em "Boy Better Know"
Oh yeah Solo's back on road
the shine
Gettin to it so inline
I'm influenced by the gold
I do it if I tried
I'mma get 'em every time
Ready 1...2...3...grind!
that
And them chicks y'all dreaming about
We cleaning them out,One on the block
Two in the car, three in the house
Now that's a real six pack,
they shit
And I'm boosting my ratings
Man look who u facing
You ain't equal to me
I got shooters wit me
Rockin MC
Crew
Tommy Hill On my feet
You
him smoking
3feet no pressure my chain nice you can’t approach him
Surrounded by bears in that solider field I eat with vultures
Yea Uh maybach baby
a rooster does.
Infiltrate your computers.
Turn one inch brains into rulers.
Ten percents nothing at all.
Activate grow ten feet tall.
Meditate turn the tv
tool by my crotch, I'll unload it
Let me break down this leaf, let me unroll it
Let me roll up this weed, cause we gon' blow it Cause we stay with them
Where Naruto at?
Used to cut myself short like Hinata Hyuga
It's cool now though cause I'm a fireball shooter
From three and with the heat I feel so
to hunt is
Indicated by their eye colour
Yellow's day dark's night while
Orange eyes are crepuscular
They have three eyelids, ones used for sleep
Ones for
bahrs
Every where we go, you know who us are
You could tell by the car
Sampain, Caviare
Bubble bath, I say I love you and I laugh
(Chorus 1x)
had paved an entire street
Smooth paths for cars, or bike or feet
He limped home to his loving wife
Knowing tomorrow would be another day of strife
Yo
I gotta keep a pipe that will take a nigga's life
And all them races on my bike, police chases from the racist in the night
Now, I'm with my niggas
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I am Wonder
on dirt bikes griselda stone
Hell is hella hot but only heaven knows
Got electric poles hella blessed with hoes
Rocked them hella shoes reinvest your goals
alright
B****es see the sliver (?) wit the phat a** pipes
Bein' followed by some n****s on some bad a** bikes
[Hook]
Switching off
Body-rocker
Don't stand still or you might stop
Upbeat
Shaking feet
Body rocker
Body popping
Flicking fingers you see
It's not rude
the J-4, hit him by three, nigga
Fuck all you can for, who want the beef, nigga
Slide on the block, got a drape full of ammo
Smokin' on opps in the hotbox
you're missin
Grab you coat, grab you coat, slap your car, slap your car
Girl, let's ride, girl let's ride,
Girl let's ride come on let's ride
I feel
feet
Cant clone original im summin Like uniqe
Whispers when i breath and Silence when i speak
No he's not two three but still They watch his feet
That's
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