Lyrics:
Strap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires
My man define ya 357 anaconda
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear
Strap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires
My man define ya 357 anaconda
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear
with that live shit, I kill it fast
I throw a search party for your fuckin' stankin' ass, nigga
'Cause it's a motherfuckin' rep thing
You got a set
with that live shit, I kill it fast
I throw a search party for your fuckin' stankin' ass, nigga
'Cause it's a motherfuckin' rep thing
You got a set
waist.
I like the woo, the pull and the pace
But girl, I wanna just be your friend.
When you dance around me like you do,
You bring a good feeling
So I
So you moved to Charlotte and you slept in your car
And you’re proud of yourself cause you came so far
But your life’s a wreck
And you live check
goin' down
Every time we come around
Y'all throw that money up, catch it comin' down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you
Every
It's time to take off your cool
If it make you wanna move, then move
My niggaz get up on it, live bitches throw it back
Ma, act like you want it
I
It's time to take off your cool
If it make you wanna move, then move
My niggaz get up on it, live bitches throw it back
Ma, act like you want it
I
on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil' boy
If it's beef I can chop this shit up
Like it's prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain is
Damn, turn me up a little bit
God damn, Cannon
He ain't fuckin' around, boy, yeah
Here we go (let's go)
Chopper, hold them fifties by the door
said ok, let me finish what’s in this solo cup
Dusse’ in a red solo cup,
If you from the Eastside go ahead throw it up
Dusse’ in a red solo cup,
If
see heartbeat like a stone
Let it go and throw your arms around the sun
I'm not gonna live my life alone
Life is at its sweetest near the bone
In
the morgue
Me, I'ma hustle until it's the Forbes
I swore, it was no more than a chore
The house by the water, condo by the shore
I'm sure, I'm all about that
his tracks and he said,
OLD MAN: Hey goat!
ADAM: Would you like to live with me?
I got a house with a pick-up truck
In a place across D.C.-a.
I said,
house on my neck
Just pay me baby or get out the way
I used to pop a lotta percs and bars for nothin'
Now I just by cars for nothin'
It made me so happy
My heat'll lift your feet off the ground
Live niggas throw the bacon
And move it around
I follow recipe over on sesame
This time the kid psycho Les'll
Man: Yo
What up D? Huh?
You bought that from Tower Records?
What's that, let me see that bag
Get the fuck off, get the fuck off it
Come here
I got your girl and she working (Ha)
You suckers wanna diss
Then you should diss me now (Nah)
But you'll never get an answer
Like an empty house
I'm
slow and get your arm caught in that bar
My mind tricks is that I'm Jedi by birth
Christmas Eve is when my mama blessed earth
What's the universal tone
All my people from the front to the back nod
Back nod now, who thinks their arms are
Long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
moss on a stump
You live at 126 Shifty Ave
And you got a beeper number that no one can have
Ya stick up behind catching by surprise
And you're looking
around all night in old towed up cars
And if you stop me, ain't no tellin' what you find in my trunk
Gotta live like this, cause I ain't no punk
So
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