Lyrics:
all blue bills, let this rap pay my bills.
Gourmet chef in the kitchen cooking meals
When you search my net worth every year I make mills.
With them
it
For The Fame
But you gon' know my name
I ain't in it for the change
I like big bills
By dead presidents
Pianos play on the key of life
As I dabble
of green'll give a nigga blues
A sip of purple make a nigga rue
Make a drunk person speak a sober tune (I can't go on this way)
Fuck dat, I can't do it man
street exit
I pull up my truck, I'm stopping my soul
Stop at the 7-11, talking shit on my phone
Hustler by nature (nature), buster by choice
I'm
It is what it is
Came a long way to make to it to how I live
Hustling through the struggle trying to pay the bills
Give a fuck what they talking
Im in my ghetto blues you know my 501s no me rajo de la vida never cry or run the hussles in my blood the hussles all i know but i gotta thank my
with the niggas then you are shot
The way I bounce back you will be in shock
She all on my body to suck the cock
My brothers in blue but don't fuck with
Everything new, I'm still wit the same crew kickin shit man you kno how I do
Everything new, see me thumbin thru the blues in a coupe probably ridin
a picnic
Take a clip, bitch
Take a Twitpic,? of a big dick
Talkin' too slick, too quick, to a new bitch
Bitch'll teach a trick to a trick
Have a blue dick
Don't care what you say
This is da life that we live
Chasing them bills to pay their bills
Don't matter if they make a shirt say rip
And I'm like wow wow
Tooooooo
Ice on me
Your b***ch on me
Don't sleep on me
Put your bills on me
Paaaaaaw
Mo4kin Talksick by the way
I don't understand why this niggas trippin
should be
I come from the strangest streets
I come from the place where love and danger meets
A house full of noisy kids, boys avoiding bids
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
The kid down the street mowes the grass every week
The neighbor next door fixed the roof where it leaked
Job's going fine and the bills are all paid
ya face, you're it!
It's I who come by drive-thru
Gator-toed Mauri, three quarters, sky blue
Look at mami: eyes blue, 5'2"
I approached her "Hi
y'all (that y'all!)
And that's all!
Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave
the mask you thought was Batman is Bill Clinton
Who soon retire, the roof is on fire
Connie Chung brung the bomb as it comes from Oklahoma
Things are getting
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
me about it
Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I
ain't bein' distracted by nothin'
Migits size to dekemba
I ain't back up from nothin'
Moms still stressin'
It ain't the kids its the bills stressin'
She
blue chucks
And I still got my khakis creased
I'm still rocking on these beats, and got a bad rep on the streets
Its the S-N-double-O-P, and, biggest
to this
(Snoop Dogg!)
Ah, ah, see-walk to this
(Snoop Dogg!)
Bam, boom, watchoo gone do 'cause?
Guess I'm rollin' in with them baby blue chucks
meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile
some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
So now
In Scarlet Town, where I was born
There's ivy leaf and silver thorn
The streets have names that you can't pronounce
Gold is down to a quarter
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