Lyrics:
coming to seek and find
Back in the days hip hop was supposed to be a phase
Some paint on the wall the temporary teen craze
They said it'd be gone
and kissin your girl
Relax, lay back, unwind, cause now is time to chill
Setting the mood, by the use of this groove
Is an ingenious, perceptive, brilliant,
sued by the IRS
And having more fun than the law allowed
Yeah, I'm talking loners and stoners
And sing about to come back home
And most likely too
and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
In the club on the late night, feeling
peter, king of the
Evening spring wedding in st. petersburg, florida
Watches his adoptive father Jeff
Give the sweetest, most remarkable speech
Neither
again.."
[GPM] Yeah yeah yeah yeah, na-nah nah nah nah, this how we bump it yo!
"What goes around comes back around again.."
[GPM] Yaknahmsayin? Big Jeff
and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
In the club on the late night, feeling
Monday night, you know things change with time
Magic City back lookin' like '89
All the homies on the Southside up in the Ritz (woo)
Tuesday night,
Yuh yuh
And I bounce that
Called a dog cuz I bite back
In the club with the homies throwing fat stacks
Fat racks pockets swole like a house cat
Shoes
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
distracted from love
So now Im just focused on me
Empire state a mine I talk no NYC
Screaming who is Jeff Taylor like I got no ID
Detoxes from my phone like I
whoa (come on), touch your feet (touch your feet)
Shake that booty, I know it's little but unique (so unique)
Then throw it back on my nigga from NYC
a muzzle
Copying how i do it ,busy building up a puzzle
Blxckie did say y'll niggas stuck in a bubble
Yea...y'll niggas stuck in a bubble
Jeff' you know i
Chill on the contact, the paps stay in my bidness
Takin' flicks for TMZ, way too many pictures
Can't wait to get witcha, take the entrance 'round back
times harder than any other crew can
Jeff is like Conan, I'm like Tarzan
In other words, wherever we go
Hahah! We're runnin the show, but no
times harder than any other crew can
Jeff is like Conan, I'm like Tarzan
In other words, wherever we go
Haha We're runnin the show, but no seriously
It's
We can't let em hold us back
We too fashion forward
On state and lake i damn near make an And 1 Mixtape, street performing in my Jordan's
Sooner
Ayy, let me hear that ho Jeff
This the Intro Part 2
Beat By Jeff
This the 2, been overdue
Bruh, I'm ranked uno
AK with me, new money gang
Kel with
And New Years in France
We livin’ the high life
You know how it be
If you bumpin' with Namos
Then life is easy
Now I’m back on the track, yeah those were my
And New Years in France
We livin’ the high life
You know how it be
If you bumpin' with Namos
Then life is easy
Now I’m back on the track, yeah those were my
boy checking in
NYC, you already know what it
Is we in this bitch, gang
Chasers, chasers
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach, in this bitch
Back to back
a lot of locking sounds
Jeff the killer in ya town
I'll steal ya life to steal a pound
We putting caskets in the ground
If you wanna see the light, wing
or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison
I'm riding in a foreign
Hear that engine roarin
23, I feel like Jordan
Flying fast like I'm Jeff Gordon
Try catch me on that track
We got it again
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