Lyrics:
Audi A3 days
I used to have the crop gaff full of green like I was T-Wayne
So my JDZ spitfire's always getting replayed
I've come a long way from my
three or four)
Scamming on chicks in chem lab
And puking college food
But classes end on Thursday night
And friday finds me free
To meet my friends
A child of three
Reaches out to touch
And only sees
Pretty powder puffs
Down the road
A black child plays
But the dreams he holds lie
A cotton
don't do nothing small
Get everyone involved and
Say that it's a party
One to the two
Three to the four
Chuckey and mike is at yo door
We don't
homing in
They fly through my doors,
And they crawl out on all fours
Welcome, Monsieur, sit yourself down
And meet the best innkeeper in town
As for
A child of three reaches out to touch
And only sees pretty powder puffs
Down the road a black child plays
But the dreams he holds lie a cotton field
Yo, Uh, Yo
What they gonna tell me?
I was down nobody would help me
Now the shops in fulham
I might be on made in Chelsea
Done 6 in the can came
Please don't drain my energy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
One and a two and a three and a four
It's the K to the P weh di people adore
When mi up inna
settle for more
All about business live by the Pacific I'll put you right under the floor
Yeah
Going gang land got ya gang banged
Understand man I'm
sector, you can rest assured
That I'ma be the first to make it out those sliding doors
Down the stairs and exit the station
Posted up at some traffic
the light
Out walkin' after midnight
Well she went through the door and nobody else saw her
Followed her shadow there by the stage
Starin' up at Louise
up your sheets - strang yourself up
And then you were no more, no more
Every day I,I,I see your face
As I walk on by past that awful place
23 hours in
Can't tell me nothin' i'm not worried at all
I live for today a pocket full of dreams
All my bills are paid all my bills are paid
Woke up this
door down up at Maxfield's
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Dope shot the nigga wearing his hat
bitch Ion really wanna fuck yo hoe but she on my dick You ain't gone live long speaking on the gang an shit Gave the bitch a na,na Now she wanna fuck
in my inn
Homing pigeons homing in
They fly through my doors
And they crawl out on all fours
Welcome, Monsieur, sit yourself down
And meet
you came, I think it's by time you swang
And do your thing everything gon' be okay, everything gon' be okay
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now baby how you
all that shit
You can you can miss me you
Can miss me all that shit
You can you can miss me you
Can miss me all that shit
Woke up quick at like 3: 02
Came from the dirt now we in the hills
Swear it's all so close could be counting mills
Nice lifestyle show you how I live
This the shit that I been
niggas in the streets I got my heart from it, once we all squashed the beef I got my squad from it, writing down what I seen I got my Art from it, Choosing
the five piece
Thick thighs please
Fuck it supersize
She said fuck and super vise me
Pistol by my side while I'm driving
I'm always down to slide
Cause I
we done shut it down by three
And they always want an encore always beg us not to leave
I ain't never going nowhere girl I came here just to please
She
enter this door
I see a man of god
But then why he produce
All these sounds of abuse
Under this roof it don't stop
Cause I ain't ever believe you loved us
beers by three
Nigga I'm a slime
See how my nosebleed
That's the height I see
She real sloppy on her knees
I'm the fucking man of my fucking city
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