Lyrics:
the culture?"
"Why don't you bring it back to the Bentleys"
"That old school club, not the car"
By the way, can I hold your show?
Gottz pour out some
man, bike pedaling
To the nature spot to taste the flavors they got
My eyes drop, I like it a lot
Yeah, my angel
I wanna turn up the sound
my man don't drive any Bentleys
Works a nine ta five to make ends meet
But faithfully steadily going to places
I'm not lettin' him go nowhere
Love him
the 'yes man'
I'm in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man
Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club
boss moves
Rich like a Jews I don't gotta play by your rules
My dawgs on go member back then we ain't had no clothes
All we had was hope I don't trust
spit some shit
Drop the beat
Get em' ED! Get em' ED!
Listen man
This rap shit easy
I don't even rap but
Lemme spit some shit real quick
UH
GO!
Listen
love Lil B, BasedGod that's my dad
Rich nigga shit, BasedGod is my dad
Bitch Mob nigga I'm a vet (Mhm you know it)
And we won't tolerate disrespect
on a muscle bag
And I come through your window
Just like I'm Bruh Man
Paper chasin', paper chasin'
MMG I'm paper chasin
Take you where you can't see black
By
My lyrics up lifting with words steady dropping
She all in my pockets got to take my girl shopping
I Bentley'ed my whip and told her to hop in
Yeah,
really got time for that
I see the plot man I think it's a movie
Heard you snitching you talkin to Judy
She say she love me she just wanna fuck me
Go
Uh
(uh)
Someone made a mess in my account (someone sound like me, yes)
Someone bought a Patek in a panic (yes, yes)
Bode, Bentley addict, I go
and that blunt you puffin'
And after that I'm a throw that fuckin' "young money" up
And we can both watch it fall like it's bungee jumpin'
Man I'm so
now for my very first Bentley
But when I hit the road on my way home is somebody really there
We could never know
We can’t really tell
Butterfly Effect
and my stadium
But never take wants in my cranium
Yeah I said it, no one can get me
I keep the peace like imma hippy but I run the city
The love is plenty
paparazzi takin pictures man
Catch me on the line at 3-1-0 I'm fixin to get em man
Curren$y got plenty money to stack up
Play with me or my crew and we'll
Uh
Someone made a mess in my account (someone sound like me, yes)
Someone bought a Patek in a panic (yes, yes)
Forty Bentley addict, I go manic
And look at the ocean
You deserve a man to give you all his love and devotion
I got the love potion(uh huh), for your fallin heart
Don't let this world get
sippin' through a straw
Or I could run ya over with my 4 by 4
And back up, bitch don't act up no more
Chorus [big ed]
Don't play with me brah (bitch who
the stash than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
niggas out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than
Fuck it, I'm with it, let's get it
This nigga and niggress and Bentley valeting in Lenox
Man, I'm a villain, we chilling
So I'm never chilling, I
(Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her
Plus I know you love this music, why don't we just get it start-ed
Write it out then we tap in
Call it I love books dot org man
Build it book by book,
How you wanna act?
I hope civilized 'cause I love to see niggas die
Brains all leakin' out on the street
And the pastor preachin' "He was a good man
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