Lyrics:
uh huh
G4
uh huh
I ain't worried bout yo last
She ain't worried bout my past, bout my past
Gas by the bag
Champagne by the glass, by the glass
Celine
where I drop my sling
I'm deep in the South kicking up top game
Bouncing on the highway switching fo' lanes
Screaming through the sunroof, money ain't
where I drop my sling
I'm deep in the South kicking up top game
Bouncing on the highway switching fo' lanes
Screaming through the sunroof, money ain't
MMmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!
Make Love!
Gonna make love to you woman,
gonna lay you down by the fire,
and caress your womanly body make you moan and prespire,
to us this ain't nothing new
Let's get it
I'm driven by the money like a Chauffeur, getting top on the balcony in my Gucci loafers
My bitches taking
better the player
Im a Smooth operator
I used to get aired by Taylor, Now the amiris i get them tailored
Brownskin Jayda wayda, Send me the addy im deya,
Hand me a towel, I'm dirty dancing by myself
Gone off tabs of that acid
Form me a circle, watch my Jagger
Might lose my jacket and hit a solo
One
Well it's Saturday night, let's spice it up
Get naughty by a doggie in the corner [?]
Hey man (you know damn well)
We want the good stuff
First
combination 3,2,1, (which only I know)
And I've just seen by mentor Dr No
California sun is on the radio let's go
I just want to reach the radio star
I
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte
And she walks along by the river
Where you can be alone with your dreams
And she
of forever
Scars, broken hearts
Breaking in cars
Running in the light of the moon
Lost souls
Bottle rockets
All that we wanted
It's for our life
My nature
Freaks flocking by my side when I pop out at night
Party favors
Double shot poured in my cup got me feeling right
Popping out for
they going crazy
Popping hella bottles by the end I’m feeling empty
I spend too much time just thinking why they hate me lately
Life’s a movie mines been
to be sent off like a rocket
Nigga, I'm popping and there's no stopping me
I'm that option to your question, so what's popping, G?
Gimme some Tylenol PM
I'm headed down a long long road
A journey I must go alone
I wish you could be there
But it's my cross to bare
I think of you and I need strength
for the knowledge of the God who often knocked
Jesus rocked me with the gospel and it tied me up in knots
So I hopped in a rocket and met the Prophet
Yeah, Time to get that profit all in,
Won't rest till all my nigga's rocket ballin',
I don't even think I stopped this morning,
I'm that nigga
Lvl up
Lvl up
Lvl up
Lvl up
Lvl up
Lvl up
LvL up
Lvl up
I'm bout to level up
Walking by faith, shut the devil up yea
I'm bout to level up
Walk-in
gotta do this the right way
You my son nigga you is my lightweight
In the 'yota speedin' down the highway
And my gun smokey like it's Friday yea
Yea, get
baby's by my side, tears in her eyes
Writing a goodbye letter
Sayin' Johny and me are running' wild and runnin' free
Just like you did momma
Don't
park kid, I was playing in the yard
Kia my dog had the bite and the bark
R.I.P.
Broken bottles in the dark
Roll my weed cuz it cause less harm
Pulled
of a nigga don't give a fuck about ya'
Won't even talk about ya', ho
You ain't know? I'm just a hustler, in spite of myself
Ridin' all by myself, without no
Back against the wall I come out swingin give my all
Loyal to my day ones cross that line I knock you off
And the pressure weighting on me got no
Walking down by the canal boats
Wondering what am I gonna do
Floodlights strobe and hit the water
Now I got no will to lose
Wander down into the city
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