Lyrics:
I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains than rings, niggas won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I
I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring
That power
Oh, oh oh
This is on a bus back from camp. I'm thirteen and so are you. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four
polynesian
Hot take
I got one, two, three
Four, five, six
Seven, eight, hot takes
I like dippin' fries in my milkshakes
I like eating extra rare steaks
I got
(One, two, three, four)
You can brag about where you're from
All them drugs you done
You can build your name off the money and the fame
But
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[Verse 2:]
We in the V.I.P. and everybody twisted baby drop it
low like a go go vixen lookin 4 my crew cause some of us missin'
Well money talk 4 me well
beware cuz now Johhny be dead!
One in the slot
Two in the Glock
Three in the chamber you ain't finna talk
Four with the ice
Five with the guys
Six in
in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifths
I'm into cars
it if I tried, homie, how 'bout that
See I'm a student of the game, so simple and plain
But I'ma to take it back to before I ever sat first class
we're together it's forever
Tell that bad girl goodbye
She don't belong in your life
Four, three, two, one
It's time
That's right
Let's fly
Break it
still spinning
Valet lookin' like he in the game and must be winning
To room four-nine-O I'm headed; on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator
'll ever be
Alright, on 3
1 2 3!
FREEZE MOTHERFUCKERS!
Shoot that motherfucker!
Punk ass mothafuckin' police!
SA PRIZE NIGGAZ!
Fuck the police! Fuck,
Everybody Wants to Be The One
(Everybody Everybody Everybody) 2x's
Verse:
I got Lost
In my craft
Stumbled
Into writers block
Looking for that
Passion I
And the Sergeant Major said to me “Well, go up and there and get a room for us.” So I went upstairs and there were three or four rooms. There was a passageway down
night I had to roll a 2 & 5
Or a 4 & 3
Cold heart like I'm 'sposed to be
This V8 runs like a dream
Supreme Jacket on leather seats
I been crazy
Pistol
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
Nigga, I wasn't lyin', went from SPAM to a fuckin' Lamb'
Chases duckin' 12, had to get up out the fuckin' jam
I got two rings on, two chains on
Three
should have some, man
You can not sit up and tell me that you have none, man
You may not have three or four
But you got one, man (big boy)
give me two
won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
Peeps
won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
Peeps
(Brrt, brrt) Three ninety two, switch it out with the cat
I count a million right here on my lap
Bought a new Spider then take off the plastic
I
hit
Thought he was cool
Tried to walk and then fell in this bitch
The doctor like, "1, 2
3- oh my God there's 30 shells in this-"
I got great aim, i
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
(intro music)
Knox
Fanny Levy, Sarah Edelson,
Two women no one knows
Take to the streets,
To protest an increase, the price of beef
V 3
Roosevelt
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