Lyrics:
the camera and the lights
Doin' this shit big, you ain't doin' that shit right
How they hatin'? on the kid, but ain't touch 10
Count it up by my lone, I don't
and it's comin' to your town
It's done by the people who can really throw down
You don't need to be a queen or a jack of spades
It's done by the brothers
ain't you
This life cost but it's worth it ain't it
Chorus
You know what you doin
Trust me you kno exactly what you doing
I can tell by ya vibe that
gamin'
But, I ain't leaving without you
Hey girl how you doin'?
I never seen nothing, like you, like you
With a body, that shape
It's your claim to fame
Or who your gamin'
But, I ain't leaving without you
Hey girl how you doin'?
I never seen nothing, like you, like you
With a body, that shape
It's your
cane Corvette rally stripes
Paint fresh, it ain't dry yet
My driveway a motherfucking stunt fest, nigga, I'm really from this
Choosing the opposite
the gate doin' ninety-eight
I says Let them truckers roll, ten-four
Coz we got a mighty convoy rockin' through the night
Yeah we got a mighty convoy ain't
"That's why I'm not gonna put it in the hands of fate"
Can't put it in the hands of fate, ain't nobody got time to wait
Not gon' put it in the hands
"That's why I'm not gonna put it in the hands of fate"
Can't put it in the hands of fate, ain't nobody got time to wait
Not gon' put it in the hands
'm mothafuckin' gone
Ain't no signs that I'm stowin',
Though I'm knowin' that I'm wrong, bring it on
Out to get it, I need cash by the stacks
Need a new pair
I change for it
If I ain't doin' it right, then what the critics singin' praise for?
This is what I trained for, what the people pay for
Music got
freedom ain't free, we got to do it together
That means (what?), by whatever means necessary
I'm doing God's work, so that means I'm too blessed to worry
the booty call
Thru it all, you ain't called it off
I'm witchu cuz I love you more than anything else
cnd I know I'm toxic, I probly really need help
But I
lyrics like a D-valve
Speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out
And seek out, a three the hard way endeavor
Pete Nice, search, produced by Sam Sever
lyrics like a D-valve
Speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out
And seek out, a three the hard way endeavor
Pete Nice, search, produced by Sam Sever
with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
stressin
I just wanted to win and I did it they tell me they love I care but I don't get attached
Ain't no more paid by the hour a hunnit a second I figured
BETTER FOR YOU
I ain’t blocking blessings
I’m choosing
Me first
Don’t try to hit a
reverse
They see you doin well
without em
still out here doin' it, we ridin' Buick LeSabres
And puttin' dubs on them bitches, they callin' 'em scrapers
I'm tryin' to keep it as real as I can, man
' the most
I don't play when it comes to the king
I be doin' the most
One thing that you know about me
That I be doin' the most
I'm the big stepper
Came
gotta show me it’s real
Niggas be clowns for real
I love my brothas no question
If she ride she’s a blessin
Hollow point leave a message
We ain’t doin no
yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol 'cause it stay by me
(Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin' to see
(Uh-huh)
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
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