Lyrics:
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
face
Peep the pussy pass it to my partner
Bitch you got erased
We get that money everyday and we live
And a nigga got two kids
We pull up in
The head banger
Verse One: Parrish Smith
Ka rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
as I chill and bust grills you take snapshots
with Jason
Yea God's gonna win, Golden Fleece to my man
Movin like an argonaut, blast you like an astronaut
Our heads is in the sky like the raider
(don't get pissed)
And all Guinness Stout and you done know we live comfortable (no doubt)
Money make di gun dem bust out (any second, stupid)
alone
Get out of my face
I just want to be alone
Kiss my lips and
Stay here for the summer
I can go all night just
Don't fucking cough
And I can't count
yeah
Said what needs to be said
I do this shit with no dread
Get out of my head
Get out of my head you don't know what I think all the shit that I dred
the overlords
I threw a left and undercut the underboss
Hahahaha
Get live get live get live get live get live
If you couldn't see me then, you can't fuck wit me
getcha off my mind (yeah, yeah)
You're stuck in my head (yeah), can't get you out (out)
Yeah, swear you're my drug (drug), I can't live without
I'm
And aw yeah, I wanna feel guilty
But you punk motherfuckers tried to milk me
You'll get smacked behind the ear with my mobile, my pager
It's beepin'
I got tricks, up my sleeve
I got bands, finally
Shorty thick, Kylie
She a freak, in the sheets
Im boutta smoke, this weed
How’s life? VIP
Live my
Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum prum prum on my
obligation
When the Saints go marching in
I will deny you as my kin
But you get to live on this planet
When the Saints go marching in
Oh when the Saints go
The head banger
Verse One: Parrish Smith
Ka rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
as I chill and bust grills you take snapshots
through what I've been through
What'd you mean
Stay thugged out, ain't gotta G for my team
None of these guys ain't seen what I've seen
None of these guys
what I like
Out here looking like a snack
And She know to keep it tight
No matter who you are
No matter what you did
No matter your from
You bad here my
When I make my money, got to get my dime
Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
You called up in the sky
You
is all I need now she can't get me out her head like Kylie
I'm a boss with the old school and one with the new school
Diluted my pupils when life gave
like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
it would seem like a scheme
More bad memories than good, what we formed was dead
Do I still love her?, cause I just can't get her out of my head
I
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