Lyrics:
to be perfect in the mountains,
dime mark:
he holes his heart
oh what is longer at
seventy-five yards, who hobbles
to the courthouse
colder: All over,
make it yeah right, incredible losers
Start a new band every five minutes it seems like
We got a plan that don’t make no sense
If we had a dime for
to the grave
Got the ganja inna wood
Its a three five straight to the face
If they police get behind
While we to hot might do the race
In a hot car
By any
Shoeshine Johnny's just doin' time
Settin' up shop at the five and dime
Seen a whole lot of miles, got a few more to go
Everyone says he's
My little man got fourteen-years for car-jackin' a undercover
Them cops SWEAR, my little nigga told on me
I'm thinkin, "Hello, where's the L-O, V
but these jeans is exclusive
Compact gen five baby this a twenty-six
And making handguns even deadlier
Being found at alarming rates on the street
Yeah
Yeah
I ain't want blue eyes
I wanted "ooh-aahs" and "hoo-rahs" like two fives
I was a dime they wouldn't give attention to, too fine, we
a dime for free and she ain't get a quarter
But I still wired the five racks because that shit was water
Gang
Ah
All the money that I sent you, that
I was in a future drinking yesterday's old life
It had aged not unlike wine
Had it really cost a dime?
Darling I always sober but time was not kind
Cause he bet me five dimes, he could sink em with his foot
He grabbed a stick, tried to kick it with his heel
Did a sick back flip and ended up full
a dime, that's my diva
If it's smoke, you should know, it's on sight, poppin' ninas
Tearin' down the 5, push-to-start, fuck a roll-up
Gateway bois, yeah,
I still recall the morning that I met you
Standing out in front of Wilson's five and dime
Staring through the window at the jewelry
Hungry for
a dime
Behind these prison walls.
I see him
On his way each day.
He doesn’t even have money to pay
For the rose he brings.
The smell of hospital is like
Sitting at my nine to five, and I'm asking what happened to all of my time
While I'm working hard for pennies and dimes, I miss the days back when my
slipped yeah
I let it slip by all the time
All this time
Been layin low
Take a breath
Let it go
Cause after 5,
It’s time to smoke
I took this time
To show
on 24's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes daily
You burn me
Cheap 'N Easy
by Noirre
Beer cost $2.55
Come back with 5 more dimes
I don’t know why I try fitting into this life
Nothing is free
And yet I’m still
neck and my arms (arms)
Got garments that's never been worn (nope)
Got a dime bitch the same color orange (orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
sitting on twenty four's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes
(All 10)
Stand on everything I ever said nigga
All my day 1s standin by my side too
Yea
She a dime piece and her friend fine too
Potato Runtz backwood
(Verse 1: Snoop Dogg)
Drop the bomb, ring the alarm
We are here to do bottly harm
Now grab your girl
And run along
'Cuz you'll meet with me by
misses while you
Niggas at the crib tryna find misses
Yo I'm gettin'
Head from the Mexican dime bitches
Them niggas
Mad cause they riches ain't like my
five stones and bring a nigga back a hundred
Gotta see my feet dude, you do shit a fiend do
The fire get too hot in the kitchen, I hit the streets fool
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