Lyrics:
yea.
Flip it like a dolla, flip it like a dolla coin.
Cent , five cent, ten cent Dollaaa.
Me a tell you seh gi mi a dolla wine. (cock up is a ten)
Love
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
the haters how you ran up all them bands saying
I'm under construction bitch I got the blueprint
People tryna change me I don't need your two cents
I be on my
and the endo sack, make me slack?
Cock tailed or V'd up, gettin' swiss cheesed up
Please don't blow my high
(blow my high)
When I'm sippin' that purple
put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn
Heard you ain't recognized
Its been a long time ya prime
Thought you white wine but you was all kinds
Pick you up in my whip and by your hips
Staring
Ok, let me rip it then, lemme go spin the benz
With this flow I feel heaven sent
On these beats we be killing them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm
Full Of Chicks
Sexy With The Nice Outfits Man, And I'm A Blow It Up
Give Me A Bar Full Of Liquor
V.I.P Packed With Niggas Man And I'm A Blow It Up
Give
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
Meech
I'ma give it to you, how you want it?
In the jungle getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood
get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed fag, blow
they threw on my name
Turned to soil and I grew up out it
Time for y'all to figure out what y'all gon' do about it
Big wheels keep rollin', rollin'
(Whatchu got?)
You don't come wit either, don't even bother me
Less it's wit a million 5s and honesty, that's a-
Penny for your thoughts nother penny make
on my name
Turned to soil and I grew up out it
Time for y'all to figure out what y'all gon' do about it
Big wheels keep rollin', rollin'
I'm
to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are screaming, hot
up, gon' climb on it
Blew 100 then I blew another 5 on it
We gettin' bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with
life
Man, I'm just tryna live life
Everybody got they two cent for me
But don't ever wanna do shit for me
Y'all can keep yo' change
Coming up from
choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy, no
He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope, he knows
choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy, no
He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope, he knows
Memphis what's hattn
West Memphis what's popping
Gary Indiana what it got goin baby
Cleveland Mississippi Come on Macon Georgia
Mane we all up through
the heat
I don't take it to the heart
I be showing love for free
By design, this is art
High and low I keep it G
Been that way from the start
I hang
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up now
Blow it up
Blow it up
Blow it up now
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up now
Blow the spot up
Gettin dollars
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
Blow-blow-blows, blow-blow-blows
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
How long will I be this way? Shady until my dying day
'Til I hang up the mic and it's time for me to say
So
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