Lyrics:
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
Oh, oh, oh
We say "yes, sir," "no, ma'am," love Charlie Daniels Band
Whiskey from the bottle, beer from a cold can
I drive a Ford truck, he
a whole hundred in your whole tummy
Hehe, man Weezy's a legend
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve
When you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level
Thirty thousand, I'mma spend it
Hella bottles in my section
Throwin' money on the floor
No, I ain't on the guest list
I walk right in through the door
I'm
Thirty thousand, I'mma spend it
Hella bottles in my section
Throwin' money on the floor
No, I ain't on the guest list
I walk right in through the door
I'm
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
Summer nights and the stars are out
Summer nights, ye we ballin' out
We outside and we sat back
Looking at the sky next to my Cadillac
Summer
up blasting A/C going wherever instinct takes me
I hate it when I'm like this
The bottle's my accomplice
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I
I'm nineteen with a Cadillac
My nigga had a 'Lex with the gold ?
Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop pop
So I got glock and a low jack
You kinda
am I"
What's in the cup? Let me see that
Girl, where the rest of that promethazine at
She said, "Cool, gotta run out to my Cadillac though
And I'll
My own bed is lonely, steady calling me
Satan, leave me alone and quit stalking me
Bags in my eyes, oh geez, you know what I need?
I need like 5
he could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though
They were my own dreams and they're only in my head
I said, "Hold
Im in my zone
No tellin what's goin on
I'm tryna make a deposit
My pockets allergic swole
I'm takin off like a rocket
Like the meat off a bone
You
own country
No rapists who don't pay taxes, well some are fine
So Stand back and by
They just want power and your money
When the looting starts
own country
No rapists who don't pay taxes, well some are fine
So Stand back and by
They just want power and your money
When the looting starts
back to the woods
Where I hid all my goods
In a rusted out cadillac door
we all get nostalgic
And fall for the hat trick
Of thinking it'll be
explain to me
How when walking on my way to the building of worship
I see the bones of a man with a bottle in a bad state
I feel a woman wiping tears
a wolf then what's yo worth to me
Your stock'll drop
Fly as a Bottle rocket
You niggas care bout bottle poppin
Scottie Pippen you a fadeaway from Mikey
I'm space lit
Saucing round like a ufo
I drift slur an oink
Tell my dawg to hide his dope
Da circle full of dirty blunts
Imma face my own
Dey fucking
My pockets on swoll' my rims all grown
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale
Skatin' on Dayton rims
So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe Deville
If my
Mama Say This, "Young Ladies"
If Mama Say This, "Young Ladies"
If Mama Say To Breakdown To Dull My Grill
I Will Dull My Grill In A New Cadillac
If My
a lotta birds
Stick it to the man cuz I'm finished living in an absurd
World where my every word's gonna get misheard, Mis
Represented by some wokeman no
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