Lyrics:
all night tryna chase the check
Prolly spent it fast, I need to make it back
M.E.M.P.H.I.S, they could never stop me
Check these lames and pimp this
is now
I'll catch you by my looks
And lock you with my charm
You'll fall for my brains
And die for all the rest, cause I'm gloss
Glossy baby,
to turn heads
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them haters want to cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout mine
I hustle to the sun come up
Seventy Three Caprice, old school when I roll
Breeze pa** with the E Pa** f*** the toll
No more platinum, I'm wearin' gold
I'm internationally known
On the top flo is where I wanna be like Don Jones
Get me my big break
Smoke every rapper in the booth like I'm takin a cig break
To go to war with my mind you
You can cut me five stacks, I might make you a album
That's if you don't suck, you do, I'm chargin' 15 thousand
The game don't stop, I got laced by Mic
facts
But you know we don't want fags
I don't even know what I'm gonna say next
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I need to clear my mind,
employed by Patron
Yea ya boys in a zone
And you can tell by tone
That i feel I'm the best and no I'm not alone
I gotta squad right behind me like the old
the people, uh
(What? yeah)
Raf Simons for the people (Cash, cash)
Perry Ellis for the people, uh
(Cash Carti, what?)
We just posted by the Regal, uh (Cash
still floatin'
On-E we still floating
Yo Prime we still floatin'
Float float
It's funny that I take a leap when I take my seat
Then I'm making heat like
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
Mob shit bitch
I know you know
But check game doe
I'm in the S-C 4-double-oh
Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh
The hoe want me to come
for The bay, gonna hit a triple double
Better get out my way
Yeah, get out my way, You don't know the name
I'm tryna get by, one day at a time
I got new
remember niggas had me out there by my damn self
Break a moment of silence
I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm goin' through it
Niggas sendin'
Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'
Now I'm havin long money, like Ross Perot, so take
notes from a big ol' ? pimp, pretty much
Cliowen - Rap à Hauteur d’Homme
-(Intro)-
Anr anr
Grate gòj
Off tout nèg ki gen rhymes dwat e gòch
-(Verse 1)-
Kra kra kra
M’pral vann yo tankou
Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same
Ballin' outta control, ballin' outta control
Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'
Now I'm havin' long money, like Ross Perot, so take
Notes
girls get down on the floor, on the floor
Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor
By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the floor
girls get down on the floor, on the floor
Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor
By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the floor
shinnin' like I'm richer
But chrome wheels spinnin' so people can take a picture
Ain't never comin' flo throw some diamonds in my jaw
Put some pipes
shinnin' like I'm richer
But chrome wheels spinnin' so people can take a picture
Ain't never comin' flo throw some diamonds in my jaw
Put some pipes
mo' no mo' no mo'
Motherfucker it's E-4-oh from the Valle-Jo
Still rappin' like I'm po', beotch
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up
(Anybody can get it)
the key, what would you do, E?
I'd be up in that motherfucker watchin' my latest video brought to you by
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