Lyrics:
that business I'm envied by all
I really been focused I'm seeing some motion
I'm out by the ocean not answering calls
Stand in devotion but don't you
can’t lose focus...No!!
Don’t let this shit throw you off handle your business
Doing what you got to do for you and yours
Yeah!
I ain’t trying to die
hit the blunt
Don’t you see who I’m around (What!)
NorthPole with the sound
Harry Houdini
It’s not by my power or might (it not by my power)
I know I
know much
Try to make a move
Go to a different door
You know it's all in your head
You better put that business to bed
By your fair hands
know much
Try to make a move
Go to a different door
You know it's all in your head
You better put that business to bed
By your fair hands
That we must come to (woah)
Walk side by side
Follow the light
And we'll make it through (We'll make it through yeah)
So, so what you're saying is
built by suburban
Niggaz around lookin like they nervous, I see 'em
Niggaz around me want to rob him and leave him
But I'm partyin tonight for one
built by suburban
N****z around lookin like they nervous, I see 'em
N****z around me want to rob him and leave him
But I'm partyin tonight for one
or one million
But I see you do
Only good as your last record
Bad first week you're through
Music is a business and the business
Of business is to make
never been hit by a stepper (go)
Fuck me with my glick on the dresser (uh-huh)
She wanna see what's up with my pimpin' (get me)
Wonder why a nigga so
a nigga clock
Everybody gettin' rocked when we hop out
Pussy better not cry now
Nigga where we from it's the code that we live or we die by
Grrrrrat,
themes
Havin' white collar dreams cause I see what it means
And though the meek shall inherit the earth but don't forget
The poor are the ones who
We about to set this motherfucker off in here tonight!
It be like
This that real shit dog, real shit dog, see man, see man, come
What you say? mr.
carrying the man
That she's dying to see
(Oh yeah)
He's gettin attacked in the
Second knack by a lady
That's been missin him bad
She's all in the scene
Mrs. Lovett:
Ooh Mr. Todd, I'm so happy I could
Eat you up, I really could!
You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd?
What I dream-- if the business
Is it too much to ask for lyrics?
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has never done a track together)
I mean it's 2014 man, c'mon really
(Well I thought we
with me
Shootin' ceelo, fucked around, won a fifty
A fifty
It was me and C-Bo, Z-Bo gettin' busy, busy
Niggas screaming they don't like me
Fuck them
Them hoes be gone from gang to gang
Fuckin' on niggas and tellin' they business
These hoes ain't shit in Jesus' name
Mannnn, fuck all them soul ties
So
coughing while it's burning
Rip out my lungs and you'll see that the resin got him dirty
That's from puffing up the weed heavy breathing like I'm Kirby
By
yeah, one more thing, free Str8Dropp
I don't wish jail on nobody
Tryna see a nigga tell
Paper Route Business, nigga, fuck sixty
Fifty racks in my
Now this that SpottieOttieDopaliscious, hella vicious
I wonder where is this, hold up
Get the fuck out my business, show enough
We roll up then load
in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
own business
So why the police want to send me to prison
They see a brother makin' major cash
They knock a patch out his black ass
And that's
hard earned money to the Lord
Harley started drinkin' wound up in Betty Ford to see if he could by a
happy ending
Then some kid who worked in Harley's
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