Lyrics:
ain't fuckin' with you
Punk bitch think she real smart, runnin' that G
But talk is cheap hoe, spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull up
have one when they throwing me two?
Why take one know it’s all up for grabs?
Shorty from the bay, but the shit won’t last
Flights back home real cheap
fuckas harm.
Got 17 albums and they all sellin
So tell me why the fuck my pockets ain't swellin
And I ain't neva did nothing to nobody, that didn't have
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
Tony Snow, I'm out here livin' by the code
In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode
I'm lookin at you, you choosin' me my dick head
blowing by you, beep beep
I bought your bitch from you and she came for the cheap cheap
You want the answer to life, the money be the cheat sheet
I’m
the view
I'm tired of cheap tricks, cheap talk, broken promises
And everything you tried to tell me was the truth
That's why
You are alone
(You had it
freeze up Santa
Whatever it cost, baby, we got answers
Line outside full of Jo-Jo Dancers
"We Got it for Cheap," that's the Re-Up anthem
By far
the disease
I caught the disease for LPs
By 1994
I had completed all my Zeppelin and Floyd
(Zeppelin and Floyd)
I had all the early traffic but their
Later
(Juvenile)
Do you know what this ballin is, I'm talking bout marble floors
Tricks in private jets, hoes behind Rover doors
You talked about me bad
green like Jack and the Beanstalk
And I do them hoes stone cold, Steve Austin
You ain't talkin' 'bout money
Then you bluff or cheap talkin'
My team often
might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
of ice cream do the Martians like?
Here come the Martian Martians
Why staying in such a cheap hotel?
Maybe we should help out the Martians
Looks like
of ice cream do the Martians like?
Well here come the Martian Martians
Why staying in such a cheap hotel?
Maybe we should help out the Martians
Looks
around with a chip
Money out of nowhere this shit is a trick, uh
I’m the hottest nigga on the block (Hot), uh
I’m the hottest nigga on the block (Hot), uh
When did you start to see only the worst in me
Or was it more about your own insecurities?
You're playing tricks on me and I think you like how it
barefoot, that bare soul
I bare the load oh
Solo, by myself
Dolo, Frodo from uh
Lord of The Rings
So I guess I have to bare it alone
My precious won't
selling yourself so cheap
I don't trick cuz your beauty is priceless your beauty is priceless
Thuggin what we been doin
And
Thuggin what we been doin
Threeface
Nie som cheap man, celkom rich taste
Nie som 6ix9ine ale tricks mám ako swiss made
Hipster-ish, hipster bitch
Lick my stick, stick that in hot
i be on tha streets/
hustlin wit speed/ last of a dyin breed/
niggaz know my magic / i got tricks up my sleeve/
look at how i spit/ look at how i
Treat her like a magazine, loaded if they stick by me
Loaded stick by me
Wrist is only Rolex, Swiss timing
Yeah that bitch shinin
With the bezel full
to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
My name sparkin like a street king
Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the "Bling Bling"
B R
With no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next
I'm still wheel handlin, you die in a ambulance
Block prime scramblin', glock nine handlin'
Duckin'
ride the bike unless it's see be are
With no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next
I'm still wheel handlin, you die in a ambulance
Block prime
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