Lyrics:
with a passion
Gotta make it happen
The block steamin' and 12 K the cops schemin'
Security be on my back for wrong reason
I'm livin' what I'm sayin'
I-I bet not catch you by them train tracks
My niggas is so hungry they gon take act
Beat yo body down then we take that
Make yo face look different
Lick it Up
Lick It Up
Lick It Up
Yea
Say u like to hear
Your name called
Not just for money
Yea
Say u want to make
It rain
And not just with
Yeah my name is marco but you call me dirty dan
Wake up and start blowing money like a ceiling fan
Get good gas by the bundle like i work at sams
Who
for Joe, will make it so
You know if Joe wins, he’s gonna get the China Plague 2.0
Harris will use an emotional speech, and it will inspire science!
should be
Put down like a old dog
Deep down in the woods B
Becareful how you say my name
I’ll make it rain
Pull up to ya house
Ring ring
Nobody home
Yeah, RA
(You know what time it is)
Krept, Tally
Mad ting, sad ting
Been real (maniac, cool)
(My brudda)
Greazy ting
(Play Dirty)
Every
play with my chips
I'm flippin da script
By boosting da crime rate
I'll handle it my way
She lovin it my way
Dat ass super fat
Don't hit from da back
I
it
You'd like me to bitch so why don't you fucking admit it
I forgot your name so I'ma call ya hoe
When I snap, you'll answer to your Uncle Joe
Bitch,
every time I make love
I can’t let a nigga catch me slipping while I’m slidding in it
Sell it by the whole so don’t call if you ain’t buying any
I been in
teeth
And them south boys on the streets with much heat
Put it up now for the dirty south
Southern fried now all up in your mouth
It's that hip hop
Cruisers)
Dedicated to the 5's, 850i's (can it be that it was all so simple then?)
(Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys)
Dedicated to the Lexus
a rookie
I got girls that make that chick
Toni Braxton look like Whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks I'm
Never hittin dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies
Buddy
them the plein
And then I made them rain yo
I'm in the Fendi coat it's tailor made yo
My younger selling coke at player rates woah
I'm in the bando while
nine years
[Jamie Maddrox:]
I don't know you fat bitch!
[Some bitch:]
It's me, Jenny
I sat behind you in Mrs. Coberry's chemistry class
nine years
[Jamie Maddrox:]
I don't know you fat bitch!
[Some bitch:]
It's me, Jenny
I sat behind you in Mrs. Coberry's chemistry class
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow)
Yo there's more to life than just credit cards and money
Now why we ballers sweatin' crazy chasin hunnies?
You know it's funny
a passion
got to make it happen, the block steaming
and 12 k the cops scheming
secruity be on my back for wrong reasons
i'm living what i'm saying
Told her lean back, Fat Joe
My body different, I could take your soul (body different)
Only two ways this could go (go, hol' on)
You know (you know),
play like they sane
It doesn't matter (play in the rain) we always play in the rain
Too much of data can make the mind overload
Scramble all logic not
have had
The charge
Of what I was put through
To close
The greatest economy
In the history of our country
And by the way
Now it's being built again
I'm havin' another one of those days
Try to alleviate all the pain
Passing months and years to decades
Don't have the funds to make it rain
Craftin'
Feel me, you know what's going on, you know how we coming
Yeah, made it through the struggle, I come out the rain
Brand new Hellcat swerving while
woulda know that life would've been this way
Then again, if I knew, then would I do it the same
Beamer Olive it's blue in the rain
Copped my man
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