Lyrics:
be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
The doctor said I need
'N yelled crowded rooms dance yar feet today year's two kay is
Two bunch plus two third half quarter two-this year today 'round
Table chose diff' motor
alone
Mix the Number (N) ine with the rhinestone
Counting that guap, that's what I'm on
Counting that guap, boy yeah I love it
G2, and I'm hot like a oven
caught’ under arrest it’s scary’
2:30
Call a sugar daddy make bail’ go home_’n.ate another dick.pay bills’ lay awake still’
You^ain’t never wanna make
quarter
like the Beach Boys or the Beatles, the Parliament globally
callin the shots explodin 'til 'Pac, roll all the way over
Respectfully hate me, you
takin' subliminal
Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
arenas
Fleeto is hot some like jalapenos
Smooth like a Jackson, I go by Lil Tito
I just wanna run up bands with my amigos
R2S, no this more like the sequel
met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P A on the map
first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P
low how much to the beach can you go I woke up in a swan song the only thing I know album no I may be wrong I wanna do sold out Sogno two one go no I’m
clean
Wipe wipe the slate clean
Imma wipe the slate clean
Wipe wipe the slate clean
Two clever by a half nigga listen to me clean
(Verse One)
ballout, shoutout to tj boy
When we pull up to the store, I grab the two liter
I know harlo keep the lean, but we filling meters
And I on do no handshakes,
bitches swear they in love but it's just the X
Niggas act like, my coke ain't long in stress
Like I don't keep two shotguns, under my chest
I flip,
Saints & Heathens
Live by the code
That's all that we know
This a fatality, goons got no morality
Silly to challenge me, boy gon' end up casualty
N
Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block wanna take us
a little boy on the beach watching waves crash the moon so illusive.
He's soul so Translucent.
Learning stories about the world from the salt lingering above
and dry your eyes
Boys don’t cry
Finally we said goodbye
Cause boys don’t cry
Don’t cry
2nd verse
Never hard for me to see
That all the lies I told myself
definition of success,
Throwing money cause I can and I love it,
From nothing, to something
You know us we the Usual Suspects,
You no the boys on the block
bitches swear they in love but it's just the X
Niggas act like, my coke ain't long in stress
Like I don't keep two shotguns, under my chest
I flip,
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
bitches sliding on me, but i dont even want em
Me and my homie eating n he dont got money, im gonna front em
5 days left my favorite album, dont think i can
Lil Baby's baby mother got caught likin' that message (Jayda)
Soulja Boy the first rapper Kanye took off a track
On Drink Champs he told N
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
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