Lyrics:
All I'm tryin' to do is keep my pockets fat
With this pimp game, and these funky beats
Now here's a little story from the Oakland streets
You see
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh
For my dirty, dirty
D.c. What?
Uh, yeah, uh, T.S.
Remix y'all
Remix y'all
Remix y'all
The remix
on the side of blood, start beatin' shit to the fat meat
Shooter shootin' out the passenger (ayy), shooter shootin' out the back seat
Nigga think I'm just
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'
stretchy gum
I'm goin' up like helium
I'm goin up, I'm so high
From any angle I can see the sun
(I'm so high)
Out of a billion niggas, I'ma still be the one
it through
I'm motivated
By all the things
They put my people through
If you need some motivation
I believe in you
They don't see what I see in you
Now
him finish him, roll up
When I'm, ? cinematography state of mind
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the rhyme
Shit, I spectacular run hit spit bitches
really care, I'm a motherfuckin' player
I never tell you stop, I wanna see you keep goin'
Got a dance so cold, I swear it be snowin'
Even though it's
nigga, move on
I'm in LA in a mansion with the pool long
She was bald head at first 'til her hair grew long
I ain't goin' in the club, 'less I got
sack, cash I'ma stack that
No I'll never backtrack, never goin' half ass (Never)
21 hoes, at my table like it's blackjack
Ass fat I could never pass that
it, street, livin on, top
Keep it tighter with your body rider
Cause all the fellas goin non stop
Fat punanny girl blowin up the spot
Keepin it, street,
Disrespect Fat Joe, the Don Carta
And I'ma have to jig a nigga like Shawn Carter
What's wrong, partner?
Punisher peel your banana, see you manana
Leave your
You know God, I just been, you know what I'm sayin?
Doin' my regular thing, man
But, yo, I'ma get back up with you though, baby
Know what I'm
You know God, I just been, you know what I'm sayin?
Doin' my regular thing, man
But, yo, I'ma get back up with you though, baby
Know what I'm
poison, I'm poised
They picking my verse
See the dirtiest of the dirtiest
The godfather
Still'll jack you with no gun
Choke you with your car charger
Slay
Armadale, nigga stinky stink
Top, down, my cash is up
Gold chain, I don't give a fuck
Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma
That's right, you in luck ma
stomach fat
I couldn't see your ass goin' to Heaven
So I'm asking for a pass to go to Hell
So I can whip your fucking ass
I hate that I'll never get
gauge
Shotgun, 'cause son, the Shane is not the one
The noise bringer, humdinger, funky rhyme stinger
Bring your girl to my show and I'ma swing her
I'm rockin' skinny jeans but
My bankroll fat
(Henney Major, you goin' crazy)
I'm talkin' 'bout a whole lot of gang shit
Whole lot of star shit
Gotta
was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did by my damn self
I remember niggas had me out
There by my damn self (Ha)
I'm writin' scriptures
But
in ma head i'll
Let all these shots stop by her leg i'm
Focused on bread, red is what she get i, got these
Head shots goin around
Bet, ops goin down
relate unless the check fat (Fat)
Ooh (O oh) , there was a bad bitch and cash right by me (By)
She said this life get excited (Excited)
Yeah my diamonds
But I'ma be aight still
'Cause I'ma keep writin' shit and perfectin' my skills
I'm gonna make it god damnit
Here in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet
I
fire, fire (I'm tryna smoke)
Don't you cry, don't you cry, I-I-I ain't full high
I'ma ride it, I just need to put my mind at ease (yeah)
Someone tell
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