Lyrics:
Killed the show, so u know we bout to hit the after spot
Still walk-in like a fool, so the homie told me stop
Cuz the door gettin swarmed by the cops
But
she'd always give me gifts for Chanukkah
to met her folks she'd try and make me rock a yarmulke
but she looked so damn good
she almost made my ass
dreams made her fiend for the product
Fuck about the karma have a fuck about the commas
And she only fuck with shooters who gon’ rock balenciaga’s.
Fendi,
Everything she want, man she got it (got it)
Marble floors, orange like a pumpkin
House surrounded by a lil' army
Livin' in the mud (livin' in the mud)
I
talkin' bout)
This shit done got huge my flex done got major
I fuck em by twos she called in a favor
The trap done got huge it's sitting on acres
My neck
young addict gettin mad lit..
She don't go by names, her style is money for brains
Flushed all her goals yo, she living like out cold
On the streets its
At da fete she getting wet
Look how she make me sweat
With my hand on her Kimba
She gat me falling like Timba
I can tell by the way that you whine
by
Just another day in San Francisco
Gettin' lost in the maze, lost in the haze
It's what I love about San Francisco
She makes you wanna get lost with
first year being rich, this my first year being rich
Ooh, ooh, ooh
She want to ride with the man
She want to hop in the Lam, rock wit the band
She
gettin' more for a show (woah)
I chase bags, I ain't worried 'bout a ho (go)
Give me five seconds on the clock, I'ma score
Can't ship one, so he had
I'm a money gettin nigga
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call on my connect
And aks him what he put me on for
I heard yall
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
missin'
I brought her by Will.i.am, but she kept callin' him William
Only God can judge me, case closed
I got more hoes than Drake shows
I got this shit
Now, I got to know
Now, do you have any obscenity laws in this part of town?
That's good, 'cause I feel like gettin' dirty tonight here
I'm tired
the clouds
Diggin’ the ground
Diggin’ the beings to create fire
Gettin’ the love
Gettin’ the hate
Gettin’ the creds from the stranger
Gettin’ the feel
Gettin
Living like kings pass me the crown
Hang with the wolves hell hounds
Get lit at the party it just gettin' started
We got this bitch jumpin cause my
gettin high way too many times
Free the guys we been doing bids way too many times
Apologized but she heard them lies way too many times
Could've left she
to the guap I'm yawnin' yea
Let's get this shit going
Gettin' cash, that's all that I'm doing
Big 4 finna show out
I ain't baking I'm bringing the dough out
She
need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5|Gettin' high with the Gucci frames over her eyes|Sweet to the tail, still won't fuck in the Benz|cause she
gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's
We keep sticks and we keep drums, they know we rock out
I'm with a bop that give me guap, I'm gettin' topped down
Bitch, I keep spankin' till it
told me you was by my side so would you rock it with me
Cause love is dangerous, I love you, hope you niggas feel me
Like hold my hand, you got me
That bitch gone give me some top
How much she takin', she takin' a lot
You sendin' bullets but how many shots
I'm in New York, so I milly rock
You know
Niggas ain't slick, bitch I always peep it
Gotta wave the thot bye cause she geekin'
Lil nigga I'm high like a greeting
I can't feel my face nigga
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