Lyrics:
Yall niggas is cream of wheat, weak what you seem to be
Life's just a dream to me, blowing off steam in the streets
In the streets
Yall niggas is
World famuzz music group
T-streetz waddup
Forty thousand on my album budget
Twenty thousand on my shopping budget
Sixty thousand that was profit
charter
Real life story a me a di author
M4 load an mi strap wid e carbon
Rolls Royce truck sell album mi waa one
Real African man tougher than Tarzan
Say
bought fucked
Around and albums dropped
Fucked my credit promotion
Is naught but pathetic
If you can't afford to spend it
And ain't with pretending
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto-rooter
Bringing you music to get your shit together by
The man in the tidy bowl of your brain
(What was that long
I dropped a fire album
Tryna make my mama proud
I hopped on fast lane tryna see how I'd sound Skrt
We ran up the view
Shordies loving the kid
They
Heard you was talking shit
Had to pull up
Do a drive by shooting in this ice cream truck
Come and get it
Come and get it
Come and get it
Come and get it
Want a selection
Come to my section
Bits of both like a ice cream truck
Ice cream cake, gelato or cookie
In two minds she dont know she's stuck
get you by
I rather work the block daytime cause you still gone die
Cash rule everything around me cream get that money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash
dreams, tryna get this cream
With my team by my side, we'll make it to the scene
We're unstoppable, nothing come in between
Living out our dreams with our
pop [pop pop]
[long pause]
GNice hustling is non-stop
Makin' lettuce
Top Chef, Italian Caesar chop-chop [chop-chop] (pause)
Got owned by the King
know
Ice cream cakes, lollipops babe
Ain't it sweet, as you know
Its so nice to be loved by somebody
Somebody like you, yeah yeah
(yeah)
Ya'll niggas know how Pretty Toney get down
Made The Post in '98, fuck an album, when I need CREAM
It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out their
pussy (yeah)
Ya'll niggas know how Pretty Toney get down
Made The Post in '98, fuck an album, when I need CREAM
It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out
is wearin'
My license plate says "swing"
And you know they're thinkin' crazy things
About chandeliers and ice cream bars
And sick sick brothas,
little red MP
Yellow flapping hopelessly
Tory like the cat with the cream
Tory like the cat with the cream
I studied you in history
I studied in
album co gary pobije
Inna niż wszystkie inna niż zwykle
Inna niż byś się spodziewał w skrzynce
Ruszamy z piskiem zawistne mordy zostawiamy z kwitkiem
dzieciaka który by nie obdarł pyska
Na tych boiskach robiliśmy bramki z bluz
Nikt nie miał komputera ale każdy miał luz
Wiesz a po co właśnie wychodziło się
Mieliśmy już tyle szans by kim innym być w życiu
Ile z nich zmarnowałem to nie dowiem się w życiu
Teksty o piciu nie są wyssane z palca
Tylko z
3-5-6-2-1-6-2-4-7
Aye
Wanted to be wanted, how I'm haunted by rejection
Walking through the valley, know I'm tryna get my steps in
Exercise my faith
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
introduced me to the trap
See that wasn't enough, see I wanted the world
And that's about the time my album dropped
And the next thing you know I was
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
No more ice cream cones to share
No more sittin' just playin' in your hair
No more picnics out by the sea
There ain't no more nuttin' and it's all
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