Lyrics:
I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by
Splat Splat Splat Splat
My Game So Exclusive
But I dont Wanna Get Into That
Big Dog Lil Dog
Choke Your Ass Up
Smoking on your Pack
Gone Head Test Ya
album it's obvious you sold
I'm on some shit
Running neck and neck with Vick
Trying to bring my city back
Take us to where we never been
I'm just in
I have a skeletal muscle injury on my left
Shoulder from excessive masturbation so
Take it easy lol
Q: Your album
Get Rich or Die Tryin' was
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
This is for the big boys
Rich Igbo boys
Igbo boys don't play with their business
How I make my money
Is none of your business
As I dey mind my own
forever
We rich forever, my nigga, we rich forever
Quavo! Goddamb, goddamb
So many bricks
How in the hell I flip this shit
Stay on your grind, gotta take
we go broke, go broke
Get your money up (cash, cash)
In my city, we gon' run it up
Fall back, you need to slow it down, stay in your lane
Holla if
let it blink, nigga, I don't think (oh)
Your hood Titanic, we gon' make that shit sink (straight up)
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been
that I could do it big
3 EPs a second album
And they gonna get me rich
And NotGreg made this
father, I'm your
I'm a big time nigga, not a bitch-flyin' nigga
Zip tie, nigga, don't try, nigga
Low patience, no fakin', I slip by, nigga
Get up in her
was by him
Whoever said big boys don't cry was lying
Yeah, cuz' i'm the biggest here
Wish that i could shed a tear
Took a trip up to a pier
Just so that
You see me fiddle, I dodge a little bitch's spittle
I bust jokes, a smirky wisecrackin' Rich Little
Big Little City know I ain't about the diddle daddle
Thirty years you been draggin' your feet
Tellin' me I'm the reason we're stagnant
Thirty years you've been claiming you're honest
And promising
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
How y'all feeling tonight?
Thank y'all for coming out to this
Impromptu-type performance I just set up
I love the energy in this city
This is one
the fuck out of my day
Should I do this until I get paid
Nah that's too hard there's levels to this shit
A joke to an album now I'm dancing hella rich
Pull
by like "there he go"
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull,
of the rich and the famous
Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous
Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?
I wanna buy your
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
when she fuckin' on
A nigga that's rich
I got the whole city lit
I'm 'bout to drop my shit
And I got the world waitin' on me, nigga
Got your girl waitin'
dub, uh
That big age you rap
You did your big one
My favorite ever from you gotta be this one
Got through the scars, every one
Cops drew down
All my niggas got big chains - Got big chains, Got big chains
All my niggas got big rangs - Got big rangs, Got big rangs
Better cuff your bitch man
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