Lyrics:
all me
See the set catch rap
When I slide through throwin up a bill
And niggas wanna act like they thuggin like
We said boy please
This S to the K
on by
Nobody will stop me
Ooh
Come take my hand
Let's start the show
Strike up the band
And you'll see
Everybody wants
Everybody wants
Roll
believe in me (believe in me)
Could you hold me down and build me up? No, you can't
Could you pay for these bills all by yourself, let me know if you got
forget Migo Bands
We got plenty of em
Shout out to my neighborhood crips
Shout out my GD folks
Pull up in black Lambos its bros over hoes
These hoes get
of these thots
Maybe I can rid a few of
Them with a couple of shots
Charging up my flow
Like it’s a power bank
(Power bank)
Call me counter strike
Cause I
wear that dress.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make
jewelry on
Took one strike to the dome
She keep calling my phone
My money getting too long
Niggas say they about it
But it don't never be shown
Run up
If you don't shut the hell up I'm gonna shoot you in the ba...
Jeremy went down to the creek where he was born
And sat by the fire till a man came
wear that dress
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make
wear that dress
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift you open hand
Strike up the band, and make
at all, we could play ball, bitch, I'm Jackie
This ain't a race, bitch, I got bands, fuck a track me
We could fuck tonight, boy, just get up in that
Dollar dollar bills
Deutch, marks, franks, yens, and pounds
I rock the jocked up sounds
From Devenshire Downs
Out the Fordham Road
Up top in
passion
It's giving me chills
I'm so rich from the hustle
Don't notice the bills
Back at the crib
We just fuck and we chill
Wake up tomorrow and pop
glowing up
Bands falling out my pocket like they throwing up
You was my main bitch, till you fucked it up
Stabbed a knife right through my back like I ain't
dollar bill
They've got a fine fiddle band at the barn up on the hill
And by midnight we just might wind up dancin' standin' still
By my daddy's lantern
selling dope and gang related
I pull up in my trap and take out all of my frustrations
RIP Pimp C, bumpin' Pimpulation
I got bills on the floor,
go band for band with me bitch you Gotta show sumn
It's just Me my bestie and her bitch I want a 4sum
You can get yo bills paid bitch you just gotta
she want is some heel money
All she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out
I weighs it up, that's real money
Check the neck,
Late night on strike shit, twin want the maro , I want the ram
All these damn drums in the spot, I told twin let's start a band
Hit some with that
Wake up in the morning
Lookin' a little rough
Today I don't know who I am
Today that's not enough
So I go up to the mirror
Strike another pose
Strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul.
Brother has a long way to go
maybe baby should know his cotton mouth is too slow
that dress
So kiss me
Beneath the milky twilight
Lead me
Out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band
And make the fireflies dance
or thong
You think I'm sick? Fucked up? Oh am I?
You think you can't die?
Don't think your crazy cuz a years passed by
Beat you down with my fuckin'
Blue Jay
Talkin' to me like they really wan' be on my side
But do they?
Got a VV wrapping all my bands
And 'em bills all got a blueface
Flyin high, with
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