Lyrics:
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God-God
I've never seen a bottom like this
Me tell dem man is not a issue, cah mi pum pum tun up
Head ah mash up,
of getting locked up
But if you smoke a little weed in your free time you can go to prison man this shit just has me dumbstruck
And guess what, in Portugal
of it this way you are an old man
Stop allowing your mind to be a slave
To be jerked about by selfish impulses
To kick against fate and the present
Let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet
First we need to truly understand the nature of the threat
And a pale man walks in the threshold
with my guns by my side
Ready to ride till I die
And I'm a soldier
And you can see it in my eyes
Even when the man dies
They say a soldier
Can-can, can you find McCann-cann
Taken by a mad man
Can you find McCann-cann
I can't find Mc
Can-can, can you find McCann-cann
Taken by a mad man
comes to sleepers but a dream
So I'm on my Method Man shit about my cream
You know what I mean
Business proposing
Weather from by the ocean
Your team
Had to go and put my soul in this
Put my whole fucking soul in this
You got tomorrow
It's Crazy, I been surviving in modern times
Influenced by
one of them hoes
Came from the bottom you kno I was broke
Wearin the same clothes everyday man that shit got me tired
Two different shoes everyday man
knowledge for you weak minded mothafuckas
That's been pasted down to me
By my dope slinging older brother
And most of the niggas in
The bottom call him Nino
That's all I worried about didn't give a shite about me da
I'm living by myself now I can do what I please
3-Day bender no surrender I got drink and got
you ain't with it, Lil boy better get out,
The whip (Skrr Skrrt Skrrrt)
Man, I can tell that he do not get hoes, By the way that he can't even pull
the other night
In the middle of the set I thought man this is loud
I don’t remember feeling so uncomfortable during a set like that
Everyone around me was
(Run that back Turbo)
Yeah, I'm quarantine clean, so relax (relax)
Got my pillows in my Benz Maybach (Maybach)
Chips Ahoy, I got hoes by
have them gypsy boots
Follow them by familiar root
Rambled round from town to town
Sleepin' in a doorway still as a mouse
Saw the bullfighter's
Started from the bottom ya we started of with scraps
If I had no father by now I'll b selling crack
Just Yung black nigga tryna get the racks
Gud
First we'll pick Priscilla up and then we'll stop for Jane
And Mary Ellen needs a ride, we're goin' by her place
We're goin' to a party, our friends
grape
Evisu jeans with the Bathing Apes (yeah)
Desert on the pillow, choppas by the nightstand (yeah)
You can roll the dice, play with your life man
Long clips and choppers
In this hood where they don't give a damn
From the top to the bottom
2009, man, these niggas ain't playin'
Long clips
That bih met let her man go
Done put them all all in the friend zone
She a groupie so I put her in the fan zone
YSL what I'm rocking I got bands ho
at
And don't forget that H, get you smacked in your face
Got so many sons, I was young, now they half my age
90K out in Portugal, smile on my face, backlit stage
Portugal, smile on my face, backlit stage
My shit bad, shit crazy and that shit fascinates me
On my tongue where the tab is and it burn like battery acid
I
up my bro
(Hey hold up, how many you want?
I'm finna meet you right there man, by that cut off 78th and Caselin, aight?)
Young nigga still serving
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
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