Lyrics:
my best
The road rules makes it all worth my while
Living by the Code of the Road
Meanwhile while driving all around
Uptown Downtown Big Town Small
never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless,
the name stuck. So when my brother was born my father became Big Red and
my brother
it)
Yeah, float 'round the town with a sack (woo, ha, ayy)
You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that shit back
Hey, I pull up and finger her cat
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
With the big band swaying and the great Kite saying, that it's time to let it be
Two by twos and (uh) school shoes
And (uh) she falls again, to ego
I grew up with comfort and safety
And if I'm being honest, a little frustrating
'Cuz everyone in town knew my name
Constant reminders of where I've
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
jiggy with your albums
Career heliocentric, everything revolve around son
I remember coming up, older niggas use make jokes and doubt em
Take a look
on over at a red light
That's right
Yeah, a small town girl oughta grow up knowing
That 'round here you can't be a liar
One little spark gonna wind up
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
up by desire
Yeah, I'm young and I'm bougie
I'm living lavish what's that say about me
You know it sounds scary
Little town girl in the big city
again!
Oh here comes greggery peccary.
Yes it's cravv, cravy, veah...
Every morning, greggery drives
His little red volkswagen to the ugly
Part of town
riding's at an all time high
Just by the watches I buy and the juice that I fly
Like I'm up, like I'm stuck in the sky
I came up robbin', starvin', Sun
tight jeans (oh)
Wrist on freeze, see it's on me shoes 19
Comin' through in that new Bentley thing (girl)
The talk of the town, the tease of the city
tight jeans (oh)
Wrist on freeze, see it's on me shoes 19
Comin' through in that new Bentley thing (girl)
The talk of the town, the tease of the city
Every man is insane he's got a brain like norman bates
Timberland boots ski hats we pack gats
Carry across town because we tapping niggas hoodrats
But
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They
the window
Watching this evil world pass me by
I remain... Cocky with a heart
Little deranged, sorta cray
So reclusive so contained
In the dark where u
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