Lyrics:
bout that real game shit
See everything ain't what it is, all glitter ain't gold
Niggas portraying like they rich and when you see em they broke
You
Deal cocaine, but the recipe different
Ask Lee Lucas if I'm cut like that
Real street nigga, but the pedigree different
Pillow talk 'bout me, you
some more sour in the spliff
Fuck it im trynna get rich
Big 40 clip for the hip
Up in the spot & we lit
Got some more sour in the spliff
Fuck it im
Yeah
Clockin' paper
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Clockin' paper
From Cali to New York City
Clockin' paper
Yeah, fuck you talk if you ain't
of ten for your bitch, I'm sorry, but you can keep her (Oh-oh)
Ne, more, nic není od mámy a od táty (Ne, more)
Big drip, na sobě Gucci, Nike a Armani
the cool hang out
The swass like to play, and the rich flaunt clout
Posse to the burger stand, so big we walk in twos
We're gettin' dirty looks from those
you bout drinkin' & drivin' man
Boy that shit is fun man
Journey of a thousand miles
One step, right leg
Next step, left leg
Bit by bit we are getting there
Even for sleep I dey chase moolah
Big bags, big
at the door
Are you really sure? Yeah, for sure, for sure
Ralph Lauren of course its a horse
Booty way too big for her shorts
Judge Booty took her straight
bills
All she care bout is big big bills
She wanna know what a rich kid feels
Even if it means shootin videos
Oh you didn't know
I got a carcass of art
[Tyga]
Uh, in this world after one thing
Get ya money man, like ya uncle told me
Haven't slept since, cause my dreams real big
I aint even rich yet,
well, hit the lick and sto' for more bail
Followed by a gang of hoes and bout to go now
Twista say he got a spot where the dro sell
Liffy say we gotta
"heaven sent"
Intro
Staay, by by by by me
Girl stay, by by by me
Ooh yeah,Ooh yeah
Ooh yeah,Ooh yeah
Ooh yeah (woo woo)
Bebeee
Yuh yuh (Big
y'all see)
And how I feel 'bout you (and it don't describe what he is to me) (uh, uh)
I go by the name Kanye Omari
And I wrote this just to say I'm
survive on this old sweet loving
I ain't rich, girl (rich, girl)
But I got a big heart
And that's all that matters anyway
We can get by, we don't need
damn rich as you can see
I get all this honey you can call me a bee
ABC
Sail the high sea
Drinkin' hi-c that’s mixed with lean
You better watch out if
a co pilot with a lil' attitude Once in a while, she gon' bring me too
Ain't bout to bag not my kinda views She know I'm hot, so you better play cool
motherfucker, yeah, that's what I do (who that is? Oh, that's Slime)
I'm fresh as fuck and how 'bout you? And I'm icy too (iced the fuck out)
And I know these
The big dawg knocked, no more runnin' in no traps
He fired off a back, thinkin' hard like
I come from the way where you don't live long
Can't nobody
on your big break praying you can beat me
You ain't made it far as D-C on the low
I been all around the globe like a god how they treat me
Broads hit they
one now
So just keep it stepping and bounce just like a check my nigga,
you get me
Big whip big fit big hits that’s cap
I ain’t even close to where I
“ALI3N”
Written and Produced by Ari Grooves™️
Verse 1
What did you say
I’m sorry now what did you say
Too late your words here to stay
I can’t get
The brain of a walker rewarded by faith
Put my life on the line for all that I say
So sometimes I cry bout the darkness of day
Not because of all the internet
bout to act up, act up x2
(Big Ed)
Ha, Ha were my mother fuckin soldiers, its time for war (attention)
salute your captin time to get
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