Lyrics:
and get shot like a puck
I hit on the first night I ain't cuffing it yuck
These some Rick Owens sneakers I don't do the chucks
You loving a slut
Took off
Keep it a buck I bought me a seat
I sleep with my laser pistol on me
I'm bribing wishes out of the genie
So rich I carry more than Marni on me
My
Well recording flow so cold it's a orbit
Gotta listen when I'm going in you might not here this flow again
I should have hit yo hoe then
But RONI told me
(Ayo Jug)
All black like I'm Batman
Shot me in the ribs
Ain't feel a thing I'm off a xan man
Keep the perky's by me, they my up's
when I'm down man
I
to house on god
I had to make me sum money
Couldn't play by the rules
I had to do what I do
Makin' money on daily
Miko he not tryna lose
I got these black
at home
I got money-loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money-maker, player hater
Shake up for
at home
I got money-loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money-maker, player hater
Shake up for
Got it all fucked never came from the mud
This real rap music yeah I use it as my drug
I'm not influenced by the money making bucks
It's been a long
hits smash to bits
Can't you see I mastered this
What's beef, who gives a fuck, I'm not knowin'
Stop askin' me 'bout Kobe, D. McNabb, Terrell Owens
yourself at home
I got money-loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money-maker, player hater
Shake up
shit on your new album or what?
Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half
Man don't you
hit me up on the gram and said, "Damn
You don't even need a buzz to
Be gettin' love from your fans"
I said it's a difference between
A fan
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
a pеrson, you shittin’ me?
Lookin’ at my bitch I can tell by her
Facе that I coulda bought a purse, fuck that
It coulda been worse, trust that
Think about
the gallons
I'm dropping like niggaz albums as vomit is coming out him
Lyrics splashing the floor
Words clashing decor
Look up God's knock upon my door (Jesus?)
I'm chillin' at the crib cooling, booling
Girl by my side she is such a cutie
On top the dresser where I keep the toolie
Other one on the floor
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with
to many weeks
If you ain't got it Better have it by End of week
I be feeling like a milly everytime them chickens touchdown
I been fucking bitchies way
I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
Gang
off
Steady working on the album
Racking up the missed calls
Fucking niggas on the first night
What is with yall
I'm a hypocrite, I still will put you in
just take a moment to look at the clouds
No not the cloud that I pay ten bucks a month for
That take my files and keep them hostage
Even though I pay ten
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
Ru and Frogg at?
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck
West side Cedar Block and niggas know what's up
I'm with the shit though, my album drop,
chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security
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