Lyrics:
the dub step
Prince of Gold all this Gold on man you know what I rep
Shit even Pops know ever since young that boy on mission
Just had to mix it up until I
me but don't
(brrt)
Im choosing my path now I walk all alone
(Ayy)
She say that I need her I been on my own
(blrrd, blrrd)
We ain't had a heater we
(Uhh huh)
I'm a real trench baby
(C'mon nigga)
Got 200 on the dash, ain stoppin' for nobody
100 Hoes up in the section, we at LIV, it's a party
She'on
Nicki, they bout to ménage with me (yeah)
Risk it all, got me crashin' out, we gon' get him got
Piss me off, bullets cross his face, just like Chris Benoit
like I'm Kate Tucker
Motherfucker I'm tuckered out
Take a point-five of my speeches to see my crowd
So we all remember this moment
Imma take a little
can
Show you want it means to feel alive
'Cause all I see is loneliness inside
Trust in me, I'll trust in you too
It's only us tonight we can't lose
But
me on my back until it hurts
Tell me the first time I grab your skirt
First time in my life, you make me want to do right
You know what you had
grade
Hook
Since my days as a boy I had the same essence as we grew from boys to men I became a menace
It ain’t hard to tell that I ain’t in my right
to the past, it was all happening fast
We glorified coke and smoking crack in a glass
When b-boys danced to the latest jam
You could say this man was
by the dozens, surrounded by helpless mourners
Trials and tribulations, tobacco stores by the corners
While the foreigners find a profit, all my people
FOR IT ALL,
WHERE THE DROVERS AND THE SHEARERS AND THE BUSHMEN AND THE REST
NEVER REACH THE ELDORADO OF THE POETS OF THE WEST.
AND YOU THINK THE BUSH
mode with all this ice
Green light on my wrist it's time to roll another joint or two
I be in the crib with the fit minus Valentino shoes
KK shooters
potholes (Hah)
You cannot read it's custom, he might loco (Loco)
I had to hit up tucker, keep it a Buck oh (Buck)
High as shit out my mind, call me a plane
the gutta (rep tresletree)
I move in silence, let da money talk chris tucker (it talk for me)
That boy money funny
He got that usher (it's comedy)
Exotics
give a fuck
Like we the first ones to bomb and cuss
Nigga, tell me how you want it
How do you want it? (tell me)
How does it feel?
Comin' up
give a fuck
Like we the first ones to bomb and cuss
Nigga, tell me how you want it
How do you want it? (tell me)
How does it feel?
Comin' up
her nothing new I knew we break through all illusions
Damn they saw me losing
Now im blooming
Looking stupid
Contributed by my spirits they know my side
office we had grabbed tickets
They were scaring the hoes, we was drunk getting lit
from a Twitter post, man this is as good as it gets
But I'm tryna be
the infant.
Wise Man 2: We must pay homage to him.
Mandy: Homage!! You're all drunk you are. It's disgusting.
Out, out!
Wise Man 3: No, no.
the show
Give my brothers a call
And they'll hop on the road
It is what it is
We all lit by the code
Shout out to Tucker that nigga a goat
Give it a minute
Yeah, move your body, inside the party
We 'bout to bring it to you kid like we never ever did
My nigga Al G in it, my nigga Shaheed in it
We got
maybe we could deal witcha
She gets two freaks, the wife and the boss
Had all 3 of 'em liking it raw
Pimp put on wait from fighting them off
In the mall,
up
Because it's you that brings the, real horrorcore
Expenditures forgettin, gut from the poor
Why sure! Back before we were born they sold us
and bake the beat until this shit is known. We let em know we let em know these bitches know we skiing slopes. It’s the hot jam gotta be the antidote. It’s
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