Lyrics:
thats just something I live by
1 a.m. on my way to the club
Got bad bitches with me 'bout to turn shit up
By 3 a.m. tenth shot in the cup
By the time we
Cruisey tha
Cruisey tha
Cruisey tha Junie
Know them heads turn when we come through
What it do, uh
(Im blowed)
Gorilla, cold killer
Yo what up
dummy brick, I compressed it together
Before he came already had a tester together
Think you gon' get one up on me? Never
I up the gun on whoever
My best
Man i hate it when I'm in the club
Or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me
Talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor
blow you away
Yo, I don't really know but somebody said
That the O.G. flow, it could fuck witcha head
And the police know that the green black
frontin'
Them trick ass marks'll get the eight-five dumpin'
It ain't really bout nothin' - Philly just love cuttin'
They shut shit down before the law start
"Why do I have to blow myself up? Why can't I just…"
"Who's the fucking mastermind here? Me or you?"
Americans, let's face it: We've been a spoiled
the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay
I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up
unavailable
Tied it up in with my worth
Turned into Fridays where I would go to bed around five
After recording all day and tending socials all night
It made me
the club 'cause we in the same town
Bang blow
Now we're off the tour bus and this could pay
He said we meet at the club at 1
Called an Uber and it's done
Hating but still trying to be like us
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona
Shit, I
orders soda
Earth shake, milk shakes, ten cents a piece
They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, by jingo, it's worth the price back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers
suckle
with jasmine bits, five hundred rap battin average
One taste the bowl and blow up magic, Houdini escapes
from the fermenting hell halls of tragic
dolla
[01:31.836] 10 5 cent 10 cent dolla
[01:33.317] 10 5 cent 10 cent dolla
[01:34.358] Let me see you pop it
[01:35.779] Pop it
[01:36.339] That's
to blow blow blow
Drip mean and the top missing, Dip lean when she drop wit it Ice in the tea ice in the watch ice in the V
ice in her box
She wit the bag
scorchin', torchin'
Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution
Fi-I-I-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin'
Yo, fuck ?
Heat
purchase a club and start up for realty
For real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream
The first trip
L-0 told me give it you so you finna get it man
Gucci pulled up in a Aston
Parking lot, Club Crucial, my rims doin' the pool palace
Ice stampede
I'm
to wild
You know how it get in the club
See me V.I.P., rollin' up trees, we came to get high
Beanie Sigs baby, y'all can't touch the boy
Everytime I
I'm holding us up
50 Cent's in Da Club I'm throwing it up
I don't know nothing about your crew boy
When I'm in the club I get real boy so feel boy
I'm
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
Walked inside the club with a hundred bands on me
Throwing all these ones yea that's why them strippers love me yea yea
Throw it up baby watch it all fall
So y'all keep smokin' that good-good
Help ya fly along, high
High in the sky
Roll a Cigarillo, fire it up n' hit it
Feels so good man, it's hard
sick too quick for the simple mind I snatch it up (snatch it up)
From a city eat you alive
Beats you and I
If you survive
It's 9-5
Working everyday just
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