Lyrics:
(Coach me, Joey, Damn, E, this a classic)
(Joey)
I'm still rich niggas pillow talkin' to some
Hoes that I been hit (I been hit)
Put a couple tags
dare go
Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes
Still me, always have and will be
Ill G, it's silly to hate but feel free
Hey, hear what I say,
movin' belong to me
That component set was given to me
By a pimp buddy of mine disco d
He told me frisco e
This here gone be
The baddest pimp nigga
Now dis one dedicated to de man dem call MacGyver (bo!)
And all double-oh-seven James Bond man 'e from de area (gunshot, gunshot)
Maximum respect
R-B-O GS9 (ayy)
Ayy, buddy, what the fuck is up, yo? (Ayy, ayy, ah-ah-ah)
Heard you talkin' on that dead ass nigga (ah-ah-ah, huh?)
Oh, man, you
this thug gonna miss ya til I'm wit cha'
it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
both rodies now homies
geez
Unless there's Gs involved
There's fees involved
E mail my team it'll get resolved
By the way I wrote this I don't
Do no karaoke when I rap
I'm
been
Bossin up since 96 nigga
E No he been sick nigga
My only goal is that rich nigga
I'm it nigga. You simp nigga
That's it. I could spit flow and I
could go on for weeks
Tryna blow off the steam
I'm hangin' onto my sanity by the skin of my teeth
I'm at an all-time high, but I'm ridin' on "E"
Talkin
roasting man
That's Harlem nights
You took three lefts
And you still can't even get it right
You treat fake shit like it's real
No wonder we seen it twice
she can leave
Hold up, hold up, hold it down, I'm a G
More money, more problems, yeah, I gotta Eat
I got a E, yeah, yeah
Split it with the team, it's
soul left this world so you know that mine bleeds
So much shit on chest
But I still gotta lead, double 1 double O where I'm from, still got good g.a.m.e
goodbye (Say goodbye)
I done said I love you but I don't
Still not a lie (Not a lie)
I just popped an E and
Now it's currently my vibe
(Currently my vibe)
I
nigga I'm ready for whatever
Ready for whatever want it come get it my nigga I got it
Why you flexin' All that shit that you talkin' I know you ain't
sisqo
And "don't let it go to your head," now
N.o.r.e., I'm still good in the bed now
And we can break up, move on and don't make up
The last kiss
sisqo
And "don't let it go to your head," now
N.o.r.e., I'm still good in the bed now
And we can break up, move on and don't make up
The last kiss
a day or two (brrt)
Go to club E11EVEN in the day time (huh)
Still duckin' 9-1-1 for the K-9
Quick to take her shoppin' with my play time
And I always
hit
They gon' do a lot of talkin' with nothin' to show
Perfected my music to rock out the show
Day-to-day problem, exotic, I roll
U don't know my pain,
Wife-wife(yea-e-yea-ah), wife-wife(o-ooo-oh)
A gangsta wife(Say that's all I need...), down to ride(...in my life)
Wife-wife(is a gangsta wife...), wife-wife(...by my
inna electrician and
Start tazing family we put holes in skins
Them man are some grazing family
I drop so much shit
Them man are still straining family
the game, like (E) ayy sports
I'm not the one, give a (F) what they say
Rollin' two (G)'s like I'm stretchin' a tre
Big (H) (I) still smokin' a (J)
Young ass
a mufuckin bic
Bitch I'm with the shits
You can tell by all my jits
E eu tenho moves (Moves)
Tenho moves tipo o pop (Pop)
Dior no meu Body (Body)
Elas gritam
Too many people just dying, and I'm not even talkin' physically
Last week was Seattle
In two weeks it'll be Denver
In between was New York City
I'm cold blooded old hunnids I still fold 'em
Peel onions bake pies we brick oven
Taught game home schooled by old gunners
Black Gods, Ansars
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