Lyrics:
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They be like Ace, how you get these dollars
Just follow my ways, and say grace
Cause Lord knows I'ma keep ballin'
Still catching these plays like
grill
Getting money rapping for the hood still
You know I'm ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop sitting crooked on 4's
Hit a club man we finna get
2018 I see a blessing
They done took Jac's down
N***a don't fuck with mine
Confessional
Baby you're beautiful your're hard to come by
An international
butt you got makes me so horny.
Ooh, rumpled smooth skin.
You say you want to Get in ma Benz?
Well, use me, use me,
Cuz you aint that average groupy.
I
like Atlantic Starr
New Birth, Wildflower was that jamming shit by far
And Eddie Kendricks' voice will have you singing in your car
I know, I know, I
back to back like a boomerang (Just like a boomerang)
They know I'm smoking on dead opps I mix 'Em with Mary Jane
(Mix them niggas with Mary Jane)
You
and shit we still ain't got freedom
Know it's on me (You know it's on me) them bitches get behind I'm gon' flee 'em
Bruh I got dogs behind that wall and I
your world.
I can picture you in cowboy boots,
I can picture you a country girl.
Once you give me a try
then you'll know why
you can't get enough.
know that we be killing it fa' sho
Time goes by, in your life
And we're still here together
I will be here just to hold you down
We'll still be
to Lagos na journey bros
Yes I go brief you the journey bros
He get some things I no suppose talk
Like wetin touch prick don touch brocus
I don see so many
(African Indigo)
Tryna stay out of the streets
You know how it be
A Nigga been caught in the mix
Mama been tripping and shit
We'll meet by the gate
must say so
Looking at the boy like there he go there he go
Green and red on me no Meco
I got niggas on the cloud tryna jack the flow
Bitch you know me I
You know me well enough
That when I get
Pushed imma hit them bars
But I found out that they fake
Like that Nicki Minajs arse
I spotted them out
Like
wanna get blowed.
We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clubs.
[Mac Dre]
I play laugh and smile, but I know life ain't no joke.
You could be
thru like a hundred pounds
Right now I’m down to my last zip
U know I run up the sack bitch
Send my main bitch get her ass did
Don’t mix me up
on a fan (wow)
Fuck you and your man, y'all get popped like a Xan' (grraow)
Got heat on my waist, I could give 'em a tan
I love my lil' hitters, they
fates
Like a stir of mutiny
Stabbed in the back by yer first mates
We be wanderlusts, with our blunderbusses
And constant want of bananas
Are you one
We're sorry, there's no way that you can possibly get a refund";
A thousand dollars and a weekend island drained
But a lesson well learned, so let me
close so the driver look like a soccer mom
They all on go so you know we eating like Ramadan
Sleeping on a nigga like all I produce is rokabyes
Well wake
picture if you get to drawing n***a. Is you tweaking? Is we beefing? is it really war n***a?
Locked and loaded, WE ALL TOATIN’, you know how thatʼs going
napkin..
And you won't catch me actin..
Like I don't know how it happened
Put on training gear and run a lap an
People call me up cause I'm da captain
Aye
the music speak I'm not begging for your applause
Quality well you know it says it all
The shit that you've been dropping well honestly
I'm appalled
I
blessings
And on another note, she just hit another note
Chills down my spine, got me crying, make me over Lord
You don't know about us though, old school
hit up with that beam
I put points up, I put points up like Kareem
Shawty don't you know that I get money by myself
(Yeah)
I been stunting by myself
(By
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