Lyrics:
For all that green paper by Jacob
He ain't nothing but a hater
These goons do it major
Khaled, let me get them
I done came from nothing
Only a buck 65
down yet
It all comes back to me
When I turn that horse's key
I'm 17 or 23
Or bringing home my first baby
Like Dad did when the ?65 was three
the streets since I was knee high
You wanna get high?
Meet me off I-65
Exit daniel payne drive by carver high
Ride and smoke to the park like mcAlpine
All
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
get a million dollars off of 65 stacks. (get it!)
We neither here, - we neither there; (uh-uh!)
But if the car smell like smoke, then niggaz'll freeze
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
Chardonnay
I ain’t tired today
You in your home like it’s another day
Oooh
Can you bring it back like
Got the cops with the red lights
I made my mind
Imma get
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
the fame that it brings[01:06.12]Or the diamond ring[01:06.98]That your girl wears?[01:08.57]Who we are[01:11.08]Who we are[01:13.54]I cannot
And she from the east side, I throw up the p sign
She at home by 9, it's 12, I know she sleep now
Been gone for a week now, edible arrangements at her job,
)
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
to drive
The day she parked on I-65
Found her on the shoulder cryin'
She didn't know where she was
It's like her mind just quit
Oh, but bring up Grandpa
the internet!
Hey the names Clint, i'm 65
I read the paper, and listen to 91.5
Got the blue checkered shirt, now I got the rhymes
It's time to spit fire
Right
you like it if a nigga was broke and came fed on ya)
That's why I'm still on my P's an Q's, readin fools
I'm known as a shyster deceivin' fools
fender bender
We're all-a-rubberneckin'
The 65 mile an hour wind's-a-blowin'
The semis and the white knuckle drive
Guess I'm not gonna make it home by five
sorry[00:07.12]Cause I wanted you to like me And I thought that's what it took to Make you[00:13.41]Can you bring it up[00:17.16]How come you had to be the bigger
me, it's the home of '65
We let the world know it ain't a thing to start a riot
It's Payback, I pledge allegiance to the movement
I'm straight outta
niggas should know that by now (Brrr dab)
I'm tryna sell you the swag, you lil niggas should order it now
Smokin' a pound of gas now, keep it goin',
in, bring it in, bring my love in
Bring it in, bring it in, bring my love in
The wind is wailing, storms rise up fast
Rise up a little one call me home
a twelve-year hit it
I've been trained by that best
Bring yo cop killers
And I won't wear a vest
And you still facin' death
Don't cry now
Bitch nigga,
at the tailgate[01:30.91]You better poor one up[01:33.41]Before we knock 'em down[01:35.84]So bring your team along[01:37.65]And party with the home crowd[01:50.65
and shout
Bring smoke to the dance, go bow
Have mouth and watch me back it from my pouch
Ouch, smoke on me, I got it
My bro got it too but he's high off
Intro:
I'm winning
I'm winning-winning for life
So bring it
Bring my bring my medal right now
Verse 1:
Twenty four seven three sixty five days in
released on 1/31[05:00.56]Along with the remaining two songs of the album[05:03.33]I chose this date because[05:05.42]It would bring the single,
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