Lyrics:
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
spinning like the World turning
I turn on TV it's like the World's Burning
Just switch it off or blow it up
Cos whoever owns the patent must be more than
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
be a sweeter by the seater
cocoa powder, bubble-bath, and rubbing alcohol
for 5 fuckin cent that you could buy at the mall
I'm a long distance
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
nåt jättemalle.
1-2.
Do kan dra ner pianot tror jag för det är väldigt vasst I öronen.
Vasst.
Vasst.
V
tight take a tramp make her holla champ
Overnight got the yola if your money right
Solid TV's PlayStation with the B.G
It's all gravy playboy cause it's
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
*
They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
black dick up in the booty
I like it muddy or swampy
By now you find your ass up shitty creeky
Don't got no fuckin' room me and my momma and my TV
on the topic
9 To 5 working all day
9 To 5 for my F word (Famo)
I give it all for them bronsted
I don't give up on my goals
I stay down till there's goals
So my
niggas on the front line
But when it comes to gettin' ahead, they put us way behind
I ain't gettin' my leg shot off
While Bush old ass on t.v. playin'
off
While Bush old ass on t.v. playin' golf
But when you come to my house with that draft shit
I'ma shoot your funky ass bitch
A nigga'll die for
little two cent man
My little advice
His what I think man
Can he make sure that this government
Operates twenty four seven
You know
Just to speed up
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
the woods.
Im just waiting for that blue light (UFO noise) AHHHHHH.
Thats how they suck you up, by a beam of light.
They suck you up by your chest. and thats
get between them jeans
And then I'ma send you home, ain't nothing but wedding dreams
See every cent is equivalent to a bullet, so it ain't no
Damn hoe,
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
that you see on TV
[Chorus]
United states of Atlanta its still me
And my brother we done been through a lot but still kain I love ya.
Blood,
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
UNDEAS (uh, huh)
Lil Ceaser (uh, uh huh)
Queen B (uh huh)
That's Me (uh)
(check it) Lil' Kim
Yo I be buyin' 'em V's, so all my girls be eyein'
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