Lyrics:
Give her that money, go blow something (blow it)
She want a rack 'til I pop something (rack)
She want a trick, I'm not one (not one)
Pull up and hop
shining
Don't cop the bling to up my swag, that's freestylin'
Bastard flow, nastier than cashis blow
Rope-a-dope against George foreman in 74
October's
the world, I was on the front raw
Run DMC show me what I wanna be
I got kicked up studio by Kool Moe Dee
The coat cross four in the tretch terrastry [?]
Give
I WISH I COULD SAY
WAKE UP DEAR
YOU'VE HAD A BAD DREAM
I HAVN'T HURT YOU
I WISH IT COULD BE
BACK IN ANOTHER TIME
I HAVN' T DONE A THING
TO MAKE YOU
When you're around and unwound could you please, keep it
(Scatting)
I said I make 250,000 wait a minute I mean 360 dollars, shit anybody got 5 cents
be slow or quick
I am the shit
You just a little kid
I'm just built different
Go pay your rent
What's it cost like two cents
Here's my two cents
Give
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it, just to get by
24/7 I've been working overtime
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery... Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be
Fooled by a peaceful
Un! He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom, trump
and counterfeits
Promise you imma find a fix
Numb by five I get numb by six
Money I want and cement and bricks
I pull up fucked up to the lab like rick
If I blow up
Do not fuck with him
Stewing junk is what
All of us tryna do
University graduated and
all of us like balloons
Gonna blow up soon
Know you feel it too
of choice yeah
Listen to the sound of my voice
You can check it on out, it's the weapon of choice yeah
Don't be shocked by tone of my voice (aah...)
And the Louis V be on my keys
And my chains be a couple G's
Got the blow the money so I do it in a breeze
Never want to cuff so he always on my line
He be running
wanna eat brown rice with turkey log
It would be nice
Slap some peanut butter on a honey bun
Warm it up a little and eat it with coffee
I don't like
Everybody wanna say they did it for me
And everybody wanna be part of the success story
And everybody wanna feel important
Then when u blow up
consent (Choke)
Wit me or not
Songs out bitch, yeah we never come late
Textin' what up bitch we never gon hate
Just wanna beat it up, never gonna date
Just
I just wanted to have a bite with her, or something
Didn't go get up on that show to fight with her, or nothing
It was Keyshia Cole, Eric Benã,
All these bitches in the club
Baby you one I'm choosing
All these fuck niggas losing
Come on let's get it grooving
Surrounded by a bunch of doe
5
about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
spirit to this game
So devoted there's no pain,
Even when it rains
Before I let one take my chain
Imma have to blow a brain
Tryna get up out this game
Hey Nyza
I heard the new song, it sounds hella crazy
I hope it blows up soon, so you can stop working 925 and make sometime for me
Miss you
You be
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
honest, I'm bout to make it famous
So you can take that J-O-be and you can shove it up your anus
I ain't never understood how the world works
But I
under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,
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