Lyrics:
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
the purpose of doing all this talking
Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it winter-time, ah, nevermind
I'm in my room, boomin' drawin' LL Cool J album covers
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
On my Vespa looking like a real playa
I could roll up to the club in a wheelchair
Look, he's still there
Get in our room
I walk up with your girl with
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
You know the whole fit by NIGO
I had to switch up the style (Real)
I was down bad
Now we going up again (Hold up)
Birdman hand rub
Gotta rub it in
shit, I told you I'm the chosen one
I'm bell slappin' Harry Potter right upon his scrotum son
Gordon Ramsey on the beat, here's a bowl of some
This shit
Surrounded by fuckboys, I'm never alone, so irate in my mind state
Got a statement, you lay one of me, I lay a whole Statement
Beware lock your doors tuck
you tell
Dreaming bout girl name L
I got nobody on my cell
I'm taking L's by myself oh
Yeah, stop finding love you better quit it
Yeah, cause in
baguettes.
Which girl do I want? too picky on the fence (Oh yeah, Oh yeah)
Bitch I never said I loved you, yeah that is my defense (Okay!)
Girl asking for
little diary
How you checkin' up?
Crazy cause I really don't give a fuck
I'm outside you can push me down she'll pick me up
You're a pick me girl
Crazy
how you gave Eminem VD (agh)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
Bring back the light
The one that screams in towers of darkness
The midnight clock bell is hitting my head
Bring back their lives
Pull me again by thier
Alright, boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin?
But the best is yet to come
Welcome to Hustlenomics
pushing through like I'm Lupe
People still hate me like I'm Ronnie 2k
All my beats and raps equal Bron and D-Wade
I could do a whole album by my fucking
I might need a bell the way these niggas get dismissed
Yeah I'm getting bags, I'm getting richer
Let's see who's getting bigger, making easy six
What, so now I text your phone and get no reply…
Would you recognise me from a passer by?
Sat up in my room still asking, why?
All the energies
I ain't got no type
I just got certain things I like
I don't do one nights
Everyday she come on by
She ain't ever been shy
She don't like push
in Atlanta like I'm Freaknik
Got the party jumpin' in Atlanta like I'm Donald Glover
I don't want no good girl, I'm thinking I need a freak bitch
I
I'm looking for a Cover Girl
I think I might've found her
It's up and it's stuck
While these bitches stuck down there
If you didn't know before
girl
That I dedicated, this song, well this song really was written
By Blowfly, and I want all y'all to hear this shit
It's just a poem that I writ
on the tape, Donald-D break
Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you
Flexin' hardcore, what could you do?
When we roll up, you send your girl up
up know that she sold
Now her new guy getting controlled
Now Lil Kuzi be acting real bold
But that old girl made his heart cold
Woke up yea I made
.jpg/300px-One_More_Girl_2014_(2).jpg "One More Girl")
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