Lyrics:
Silicon Valley where the bread be
Sauga city side where the ends be
Pull up in a puffer and a Bentley
Have the whole city in a frenzy
Know few friends
and scream and shout
Get your boogie down and work it out
Everybody's out, party's going on
And we're gonna rock until the sunlight crash and dawn
('Till
your nigga still drink Pinnacle
Bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit, call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash,
[Baby]
Hey
Wassup pimp?
Birdman motha fucker!
[Baby] + (TQ)
The financial adviser of this get money game
It's stunna the big money man
So loosen up
with me
Let your hair down to the track, yeah, kick on back
(Boo) the boogie monster of rap, yeah, the man's back
With a plan to ambush this Bush
with me
Let your hair down to the track, yeah, kick on back
(Boo) the boogie monster of rap, yeah, the man's back
With a plan to ambush this Bush
You don't need a guitar just to say that you rock with me baby
If i ain't have a car would you sit out and walk with me baby
If i ever go broke can i
bitch
Pullin' up in that Bentley truck nigga, I want you & your friends lil' bitch
I just got them bagguetti rocks nigga, Made my chain do a dance in this
I had one wish
But she's been gone
Since that summer
Since that summer
Cherry pants Coke
Crushed rocks till I boogie
Used to hate school
So I had
the warden I
Rock that mustache like jim gordon I pull
Up like a drive by you
Know eye for a eye make him
Go bye bye all they
Do is tell lies I spit facts like
bet that truck be bladed up
Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us
In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl
TV, VCR, I'm laid
baby, too bold, too bold
Ice ice baby, no soul, no soul
Last year we gassed ya up
Now herbals fill your pastures
Masters of movement and mayhem
I shocked the world baby, by rock'n rolla baby
Cincinattie, Tallahasee
Bourbon drinkin' redneck blues
L.A. voodoo baby, got me under spell baby
Black
about yo city)
I take you on a
Private pilot we land home of the ratchet players
Pistol cocking where baby mamas turn investigators
And everyday we
Two:
Lawnge --
Black Sheep, the definition, by now you should've known
It means wherever we rock the spot gets blown
So when you see is on a flyer, it
lot of ridicule
Humilated by the circumstance around you
Now move on to the bright side
Girl you gotta switch lanes
Baby you gotta come my way
Even if
baby)
Sometimes I get drunk, for stress relief
Other times I put "Life After Death" on and peep
We ride (we ride) what's a four door Bentley Coupe
and you hit it and quit it
I know that you like when I suck on your titties
That pussy so good I put you in a Bentley
Baby
You know you bad
You know you
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
a stick and a Glizzy
We cut off her hair when she tryna commit it
Interviewed by reporters while sittin' in the Bentley
They know I did it while I'm
trying go big rock like Jay z uh
Cho is that ya name I don't go by that nah
Even though I want a 100 by the day uh huh
Baby I just wanna give you rings uh
but I will not fuck her I won't give her a baby
Yeah get by with the law I'm skating
Pop open seals of that drank (drank)
Yves Saint Laurent ain't no
[Baby]
Hey
Wassup pimp?
Birdman motha fucker!
[Baby] + (TQ)
The financial adviser of this get money game
It's stunna the big money man
So
Born Allah...
Sweet Daddy Grace...
The Supreme Being...
Love Allah...
Ill Boogie...
Rap is my bitch, but right now she got me pissed
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