Lyrics:
ride and I show her my grip
But she blinded by the candy she
Can't see I'm a pimp
So when she told me I look
Good I didn't feel no pride
All she really
by the pound (smoke by the pound)
He saw my face, all he heard was a "bow!" (Bow!)
I beat the pussy, I slam that shit down (beat it up)
I can't see
champagne, that's candy paying my real estate,
These boppers know my stage name
I sip slow, I entertain
Drive fast, live young
I'm dope maine, you so plain
100
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
masturbate
Promise to nauseate
Today I'll play the part of non-parent
Not make a hundred rules
For you to know about yourself
Not lie and make you believe
when it's time to rock
I speak out - my voicebox peak out at a hundred watts
Who wanna cipher, I get dumb
Word to my mother, the Father, the Holy Ghost
on the Choppa, bandana on the Choppa
Pull up in that Bentley like phantom of the opera
Active young ridda', bandana round the choppa
Got a hundred in that
or win at the end of the day
I spent my last five hundred, took a trip on a plane
Turned it to five hundred bags, they went as fast as they came
Even if
really I'm grateful (Ella)
(Maybach Music)
I'm still here lookin' through the window
Watchin' the days go by
Watchin' the sun rise
Why don't you
a dollar" (I'm like)
I'm too rich, Valentino my collar (I'm like )
Thick bitch can't take this, she holler (I'm like)
A trip by the jeweler, she way too
we out numbered
I promise, it'll be us against a hundred
Rushing to your side when you vomit, eating pickles and peanut butter
Eight months later,
when I stashed the loot from Woopty Woop
And the same exact place Biggie Smalls got popped at
Unsolved by the boys in blue
Hundred niggas outside
vagina, discussin' the finer things
My crib is mean, watchin' a hundred inch screen
Lettin' the shorties slide by once in a while and let 'em dream (uh)
a whip on the lot, 'bout four-hundred grand
Gold 'round my neck, pistol close at hand 'cause
All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches
I left a message by your door
Got a chrome 44
Get the message, come out and get the message
It won't even be a war, no beef no more
Get the message,
Big Ze shit
Zo shit, no ho shit
Z's up 'til I freeze up
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
Ayy, money hungry, I went to Beni-hundreds
Ordered up
dollar nigga these bithces run after me
I got a gold and crome Beretta
I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor
And I can bet a - hundred G's and my pockets won't
(Carried away by a moonlight shadow)
(Carried away by a moonlight shadow)
The last that ever she saw him
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
80 beats a minute, beats a minute going by
There ain't nothing in it, someday soon we gonna die
'Cause from the beginning, at the start of our lives
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
(Carried away by a moonlight shadow)
(Carried away by a moonlight shadow)
The last that ever she saw him
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Well, yeah, yeah, yeah, One of these mornings, it won't be long
Captain's gonna call and I'll be gone
I'll be nine hundred miles away from home
to grey
But when you take me, take me by the hand
It's got to be worth at least a couple a hundred grand
And I couldn't give a damn
Ain't I the king
hotel on Lincoln Road
This bitch irritating
Keep asking for edge control
And she suck my dick when I was driving
I lost control
I had a hundred methods in
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