Lyrics:
Hurry up 'cause I'mma be gone, well I can satisfy your fantasy
How ya like it baby, front to back
I make you dizzy hittin' switches, gettin' busy in
white (great white)
Brewed up a potion, these niggas gon' bite (gon' bite, grr)
I'm really poppin', they think that I write (think that I write)
Bitch,
crash, way she ridin', ridin'
It's up in my stash, not up in my pockets (stash)
They put on that mask and they get to robbin' (mask)
I came a long way,
our picture by the sea,
The ocean waits to carry me.
Carry me back home again,
To where she sleeps I lay my head
Saw her running barefoot but
back sittin' by a cracklin' fire
Strumming them guitar strings
Like an old song on the radio
That you grew up to and everybody knows
Pushin' through
of freedom underneath the tires
Kicked back sitting by a crackling fire
Strumming them guitar strings
Like an old song on the radio
That you grew up
the Tracks,
It was the same who our niggas teeth up
Sent 'em back, we shoulda thrilled a long time ago
We went this recording, now we owe
The devil slit trough,
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
take a picture
You peeping me take a picture (You should take a photograph)
Catch me today with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow yesterday gone be
But I can't take a step back
Need to clear my throat
Thinking how I met you I'on even know
Caught by surprise had me on the ropes
And if I ain't clear
up off the floor and tuck your tongue right back in
Tell me, where is Mack Maine?
That's all I have
my face you see that hard shit
'Cause I done been to hell and back, I ain't rich selling crack
I'd rather rob a nigga, leave him with a shell up in
the cars, then we got free
Used to only wanna pull up in a black sport
Just a white man excelling in a black sport
Now I'm really doin' pull ups
Got
You gonna believe me now though
Tryin' to get up in your mind in your body your spirit
Take your soul
Come here girl
Let me creep in your
good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back
matter what they throw at you, get your biscuit and grits
Get your kibbles and bits, ain't no riddles
I spit see the devil is a shady one, he lay up in
Out on the highways and the by-ways all alone
I'm still searching for, searching for my home
Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the road
of fucking an R&B bitch
But I wake up early and bounce with all her shit
When I apply pressure, son, it ain't even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some
Now work it out now, shorty work it out
I wanna see you break it down
Now back it up now, you know what I'm about
It's like a bank job, I'm rentin'
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin' in the party,
Uhhh, niggas than fucked up
Nigga, its time to roll
Pass me them nigga chasers
Time to do a 187
Its time for a murder
If you a G nigga, load
my face you see that hard shit
'Cause I done been to hell and back, I ain't rich selling crack
I'd rather rob a nigga, leave him with a shell up in
This my last move and I'm gone
I ain't tryna come back, ain't doin' this shit no more
Tired of chasin' these motherfuckin' pennies
I'm tryna get
obstables
But, only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing figure laughing
Shut up clown don't talk
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