Lyrics:
I'ma bad bitch cause I am that bitch
You over me
I'm not havin' that shit
I'm dismantlin' shit
Get you smoked in my break down packagin'
Back again
or rhyme
Can't keep taking your two cents as if I'm not a dime
I'm just hoping eventually that I'll be fine
Cuz I can't sleep and it's half past five
that 9 to 5
But you stay flat broke with a job like mine
And my bank just let me know
I'm down to 20 bucks
Well, thats enough
Lets go
Walk into
I can't sleep and it's half past five
Wonderin' if things're going to be alright
Tell me everything's going to be alright
Tell me everything's going
bank.
I'm with the gents, throwin' my rent.
What's a night with money if it doesn't get spent?
Pay for the lights on? Homie that's dead.
'Cause even if
Chrome Heart, big ratchets
Money on yo' dome, boy, my homeboy so savage (ha)
Kick a door, that Five-seveN came with a red dot
I'm smokin' dope, all out
to call you my dear
When you're around I get rid of my fears
And we could talk, talk, talk face to face
Yeah won't you walk, walk, walk, down my way
Won't
a young n****, swea I came from nothing
And I'm out here tryna get it now
Can't let nobody bring you down, no
Just a young n**** wanna get that paper
Just
So I, I clutch it, drift it, burnout, shift down in the gear
I go top speed because you know I'ma get up outa here
I, I'm swerving through these
sense/cents
"And then they get their little fingers on the public funds
And it's full-blown private sector socialism
With hand-outs, and tax-cuts
You might be dope, but no one gives a fuck
Cause they brainwashed by these corporations
Magazines and radio stations
Dumbing it all down and telling
[Intro: Nas]
Uh huh, a love story, but not your ordinary love story
Not hardly, you heard
Get into this shit right here, check this shit out
You
All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches that look like these
C'mon, you know it, you know it
You know it, you know it (tell them
y'all thank.
I'm iff the back board wit it, to the bank.
You ain't wit it, get the hell up out my way.
I only came to win, I don't play.
Yes I am
number five on the radio station
Won a four-day, three-night beach vacation
Deep sea senorita fishing down in Panama
And I ain't gotta see my ex future
high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues
Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise
"Are you my pimp?"
Oh dear God don't
(Rrt, boaw, boaw, bitch)
These niggas hoes (ay, chase him)
You already know how I get down, you heard me
These bitch-ass niggas (we gon' beat they
up a cigar
With sweat drippin' down your face 'cause the mission was hard
Last time that I checked
It was five chains on my neck
It was no smut
about to blow man
I'm a take you from the top, right back down to the middle
Get you're kid a ?
'Cause yes indeed I'm a ?
Little game to y'all
Don't
girls girls
They grabbed the mic mic mic
They tore it up up up
Don't hate congratulate
You know we're knockin' down doors
Straight out the gate
Wake from
buy some buds"
It's always the yogurt sprout eating mother fuckers
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
been no justice here
My hood
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: Lucky Luciano]
Came to wreck it huh!
Look up in the sky, is it a bird or a plane?
Naw Superman
Just five miles away from wherever I am
And Daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County?
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I'm
Uber pulling up in 5, be outside
See you came to the crib,
While searching for a connection
Told you we cud get up,
Now you questioning my erection
I’m
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