Lyrics:
say fit
But when she walk by
That's a fit ting innit man
I love my women from Brum
I love my women from Brum
I love my women from Brum
I love my women
ball no Rogaine swerve a big thang in your lane
Mind your business for that 40 tap tap tap on your brain
My bitch by the bar out you come with your hand
RIP, talking bands, rubber bands trynna' get paid
40 Ounce, by my side, how can we make a grand today
Two hommies in the civ, sipping OE busting weed
4am
at the Marquis
Beginning to see what's beyond debris
Wish I was awakened of the opportunities,
In front of me
Blinded by my expectations
Aspirations of treading
whats your name
Had my attention since you walked by
I need a down chick down to ride
Down to check a bitch if she ever cross the line
And its like that
school i was skipping class (No Cap)
P-p-Pounds by the pounds hoes by the loads
(I-I been gettin money thats all that i know)
G-g-Glocks out the box Plugs
to momma for all the financing
I didn’t have it but I’ll give forty times what you spent and
Since I’m building up support I'm gaining fans momma
I let them
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
not Milli's the Forty Cal's a ring on 'em
I know your kind gettin by leave the city quick
Niggaz bleed just like us I'm on that Biggie shit
First
and slice, nigga
You deep We rockin' out
God Don't let DJ bleep, nigga
Straight up Yo
Sittin' on top Feelin' like a beam when it get twisted on the Glock
thinking of his friend of 40 years and still
They quarreled and have not since then
Traded words to try and mend
A friendship that should last until the end
If he say it's up, he get spiked like a volleyball
You just play crazy, boy, them percs really tylenol
It don't matter when, if you see me, bet I got
the 40 'cause my throat is kinda dry yo
When I'm on stage it's like a Broadway play
King Tee and MC Breeze and Jennifer Holiday
But Breeze, my throat's
Now, ever since I was a baby boy
I growed up in a little country church
Where people spake in tongues and jumped for joy
Plywood pews would creak
First class 5 years old 7 forty 7
Being served by white chicks that look like Mae West
Looking like Madonna, 1986
My mind is on some Einstein mathematics
me
but still I get lit when I pull up with shauty
3 for 20 or 6 for 40
the block hot like saudi
what u no about bein the jail house
and Trina get out
unencumbered
It is he who achieved his
Dreams with no slumber
Yeah, scrawny with the sumo bars
A top 40 song, no hook by Bruno Mars
I made the DJs hit replay
this a slow day, some day in September
12:40 am know we get to praying
Working 'till the day end
And I just been debating
It's one month from your
wish for some hope
I been that nigga since I was a youngin' if I'm the 4-0, she blew me like a trumpet
Asked if she liked me she said that it's nothin'
My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this [like this]
I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark clouds
Dealin' with these suckas, but
the deal? nigga, my trues stay real. I'm gonna make you feel this
When I pull out my steel, put
60
Ug in your grill. servin?these hoes up easily with
Rockin' forty belows (ah), these niggas is hoes (ah)
Miraculous flows, grip the MAC when I pose (brr)
Click-clack with the fours, mismatch with the poles
O.C.
"Ha, hah-hah"
"Bu-Bu, Buh-Bu, Bu, Bumpy Knucks.."
"Niggas can't see I.."
"It's time for this real nigga shit.."
When I was small I made pause
toes put holes in trainers
Can’t parlay with paigons
Old friends now distant strangers
Old money make new friends later
Long time since minimum wages
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