Lyrics:
you look familiar)
I'm the Snoop Doggy Dogg in ya life so can I hit ya
Later, cause its my time to wreck it
Say my praire, rock the crowd, bring home
Hold on
Yea
YEAH!
I witness niggas take out the drake ain't talking Albey Graham
Been in areas in front of the store they moved by the Gram
Had
that I'm a dummy
But nah lately homie I just
Finished on the tummy always hit it hard
Big talk get it stubby
Back in middle school all them
Bitches call
and we pour it up It's the life we live, we can't get enough
And as soon as I hit the stand in the 831 I'm the motherfuckin' man with the plan
Goddamn,
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
as a burrito
Turnin' ten into twenty, twenty into forty
Forty into eighty, everything is gravy
Why don't you play me in your deck-uh
Microphone Checker
somebody in this room!)
I hit the back window in search of any Nintendo
DVDs, plasma screen TVs in the trunk
We made a right, then made a left, then made
I'm Heart broken
can't be healed by the doctors
This shyt is heavy no dr. Sebis checking me Chakras
Dreams of pulling up in the phantom while singing
This nigga ain't no pit stop
Think I hit the jackpot
Exes on my line
Ain't fucking with them crackpots
Know I love them back shots
Gotta make that
that it don't ever miss
Did it by myself I ain't need an assist
Son of the son now I rose through the abyss
Face is getting chubby see my pockets dip
ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
And a mink in, next album "Blood on Chef Apron"
Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
guess it fits with this beat, fuck it, I'm going in
Yo, microphone checker
Knife to hole, met ya
Pipe & bowl, best one
Time to go, get up
Time to call
twice or thrice your lady
Was on my knot getting hot in a shady spot
Screaming "Give me what you got"
Don't stop get it get it, when I hit it hit it
Shit
beats, ass in the seats, now, silence
So frankly I don't give a fuck if I offend you niggas
By the end of the record I will have ended you motherfuckers
the track that comforts my vulnerability
Sold out, packed house in the shower
A perform just for me
With your gorgeous album cover blown up into a poster
figures huh contradicting you a independent woman huh you ain't budgin cus you caught up in yo feelins huhuse to hit me on ma celly been a minute
huh you ain't budgin cus you caught up in yo feelins huhuse to hit me on ma celly been a minute and the clock is steady ticken oh yo pride you won't
Little bloody stains in my eyes
Vessel breaking all of the time
Devil's on the clock 9 to 5
Falling through the stairs while I climb
And I could
ghostwriter, make classics, y'all just make hits
No pump fakin', bask in my shine like I'm sunbathin'
These temporary stars are too focused on rump shakin'
Money, now I'm in love with my credit
By the bar with they dollars I buy a building with debit
Uh, I hit that Harlem Nights, It's goin prepare the storm
betcha betta know ian steppin’ by my
Motha fuckin' self I got the gang with me on this Album all we do is bang
Its OT$ Gang we betta than you lames putcha
throw, a listenin' party for, for their album in the 6
I think you first person I've seen,
To do that or the first person I know
From the 6 to do that
So
parked across the street
And then it hit, I ain't really slept that long in a week
Matter fact I don't even remember falling asleep
Atlantic office
zone
I be flying in my
Flying in my flight zone
Flying in my
Fuckin' lucky streak my g
Don't fly by me
Fuck up my energy
Skyline on chi
Let it balance
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