Lyrics:
up for a milli
I seen Warriors fall by the achilles huh
I put my life on this
I don’t want advice on this
They can’t put a price on this
The pressure's
fuckin’ balls deep
Ya’ll ready know O’s the man god to the damn
When I drop a jam shits on point like Uncle Sam
Here’s the plan drop my first album in 2020
Back on my time
Once I pick up the mic
Y'all can lay back on y'all spine
I'd kill ya whole album with a
6 second vine
I ain't even tryin
Y'all mad cuz I
Come on
We gon' see it through
More than just an album, this is DS2
Gotta be ready to go as soon as He said move
Rebuking any evil and them demons
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
be in Russia
I'mma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mask
Wit' da limited edition classic
Rhymes
This Hollywood Stel
Shit, got albums for free
And got albums for sale, ya
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
Ripping all these intricate flows it'll exhaust ya taking all your fingers and toes cuz it'll cost ya
Life is but a moment and time is all I offer
Rhymes, I don't wanna rest here
Promise that I will be better for next year
I still keep my foot and my enemies necks ya hear
I can predict that this album
How ya album doin'?
I'm gettin' cake off of my latest
Anticipated like the iPhone
Respected in any city that I roam
Summertime
Wintertime
a little something for the clean escape
And the rainy day after
Don't forget a nigga live where the heat wave at ya
And ya safe ain't safe
And heat don't
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
about my honey Mary
The jeans they fittin like a glove
I had a crush on you since Real Love
Hold your horses
I'ma show ya who the boss of intercourse is
doesn't tell ya
You set a mark too high when platinum sales are looked at as a failure
Then you better take it back to the shelter
And Hamburger Helper,
blammin' at ya nanna' place
(Boom, boom, boom)
Hold the K with the banana straight
And if your life don't end
At least a limb they'll have to amputate
Uh,
[ea-ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
Trying to show me much love
Cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
Now they wanna kiss ass
But hold up
rapper
But have to, show these muthafuckas what I'm after
I'm after ya soul, and after that, ya album
Beef after to that, Lounger Lo packs the gat,
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
Raptor wolf
Disparenme a mi ya tiros a mil
ya saben quien soy (Que?)
Soy todo un fuck boy (Boy)
Raptor world (Yuh)
Mi Glock va cargada
Tiro en manada
still know what ya album did
I get way more from my income tax
Hate all of this, "I used to" shit
You fell back couldn't come back from that
I don't know
of works only outcome
Was very not sober while I was makin' this album
People say how come?, I don't know just look where ideas sprout from
Couple mind
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