Lyrics:
loose im gonna let em know
You gotta move or get
Swallowed by the undertow!
Ive got a new point of view that 100 proof
Ive got my eyes on the
Croud
of our image
direct us into our newly born reality
am i braver to admire my own face
live inside the danger of a self portrait
or is it wiser and safer
dress. What an amazing room. My sisters would never believe me if I told them...
Rose looked at each mirror spellbound by what she saw. But from the corner
no days to play around with no lames
Nigga you kno that my money is all in my focus
I don't drive drive the focus I used to drive focus
My weed is so
Telly pieces
Wearin' my fuckin' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes
My boys & me is poison we don't get along equal
Fight each other like
on my neck
Another hundred from a cheque
They say that we the fucking best
They say that we the ones thats next
RCG who you better take a fucking
a blunt get rolled
Wrist baptized and my neck dunked in gold
Broke all the 'bows down to zips
This an onion roll
If I don't make at least fifteen hundred
I
it off
I got my foot on they neck
I ain't taking it off
I ain't taking it off
I ain't taking it off (Haaa)
Fuck yo producer this beat is by Meechie I
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
my gross is twenty times your checks
Triple that diamond around your necks, besides I hate cars
You feel the turbulence, fasten seatbelts, close
This shit getting too easy bro I fucked around and fell asleep
Had to wake up, gotta get my cake up, I shed the sheets
Cause when I step outside I
and it will be recorded in the portrait of death...
you see what i see
by one hundred and ninety-three heads
that rot in their castle
built with the bones
Some people keep it gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord
Gettin' money, all hundreds, all I know is gettin' money
Rubber band bands 'round my
I saw your girl by MC New York
Copyright all rights reserved
Boy '88
Ayo, don't wanna diss you but
Your girls a freak
All in my face, every time I
online and shop for me
My shoes come in by packages
Hundreds I be stacking them
Broken bills I am blowing them
Nigga looking like money you might think my
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
on them opiates...
I pop a bottle to bottle my anger up
You got an offer dont bother it aint enough
Pic like piccasso, the portrait I paint it up
Nail
The best of CG
Greedy
Abduct the PD
See me?
Nigga, not in 3D.
Be me?
Hah, it's not easy.
I'm breezy
And off the Heezy
Me and my woman's like George
type)
100 kilates, todo caro, that's my type
That's my type, nigga, that's my type
Bien grande, uh, that's my type
Bad bitch, I'ma ride the dick all
I'm painting a portrait put it on my wall
I do what I want I don't care bout' no law
She open it up and it's breaking her jaw
That boy wanna' fight
But
that money come in I’ll Chananay your neck
But you fucking with Tommy it’s off with your head
That drum hold a hundred we shooters like Steph
A-Team my
Spittin heat got my neck froze
Dropping bands on designer clothes
Im bout my money I don't want the hoes
Pushing to hit a million, Im on the grind let me
the same nigga by myself i don't need 100 goons
Been running wit vot that nigga stuck with me like glue
They just want my spot why you mad cuz it ain you
She
Telly pieces
Wearin' my fuckin' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes
My boys & me is poison we don't get along equal
Fight each other like
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