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songs
I cannot blame you, who does their homework
They don't check credits any more
I don't be trippin', I just head to the bank and deposit more
I
nice
Check my closet, see Lo like 3 dice
And I ain't even ahead, thieving for bread
Bandit with a candle lit, grieving the dead, I said
I'm all
a stripper's ass
(Look here) I wake up trying to get a bag
Check chasing
If I take it you can't get it back
I'm wit all that
Dumb shit I done did all that
high speed for life
You can tell it any way you like
Any story homie I was raised up by the Christ
Still dead man walking, Green Mile
Go and check my
to tell us to rise up and stand?
Check yo plans
My dude, that grave ain't your home
Cause you been underground way too long
Six deep with a date on your
Lookin' fine, playin' about...
When I get up in the morning, I check her out. yeah yeah
Sweet Little Ruby, What have you done?
You're driving me crazy
all of the drop kids took to pass
Life ain't perfect, but it's worth it
I don't have to check the tag
Fill my bag
If you never had a dream you
Get the work straight from Mexico
Got a foreign bitch, do a lot of coke
And she countin' money by the peso
Diamond on my neck and it look like
Like if I just speak on it, would the people go buy it?
Fuck it just do it for self, I am demand and supplier
I trial by fire, I am the man
But I'm
ex-it, bury me a legend who was historic it was destined,
It's all drawn out by the most high check the sketches
I-neva failed I've only absorbed
Bitch I'm mean - I'm a millionaire by 25
Someone call up death, we about to vote these nigga's out the tribe
Someone pass me the baton, I run the game,
messages?
Conscience intervened, got me second guessing
Searching for a hidden camera like a weapon
Look, look-check this out
Turn that phone off, ride
feel threatened, but really I'm just trying to get this check. Grinding like I'm on the run, grind like a sold a ton, riding with a stolen gun.
Y'all
I'm from where them young niggas ain't scared of nothing
10 years ago drinking tussy
Nutting off all in public
Drive-bys in broad daylight its
wrist. Y'all been paying for my kicks by my bitch out the designer shit. Spoiled rotten like my daughters, I had to change for my kids. I had to change how
I was mobbin' through the beach, yeah the city by the sea
Mama tried to keep me home, but I love the fuckin' streets
I was cookin' up a Ki, tryna
to brag at all
Naw naw naw I don't have to brag at all
Member who next up, check up, no stubs
I count high for the fuck off, fuck love
I would rather show
got her moving her feet check out her box
And I'm tryna Leave this place with more numbers than a digital clock cause my wifes at the spot
Get down
to look at
This here place I call my own
Each time the monthly rent check clears
We never called it happy
But might have called it home time or two
In what
""Your life is ending one minute at a time Check the clock and stand in line Hibernate till your till your life's passed you by Please stop living
by 2 my Bugatti's.
She got friends, somehow they all found out my name.
Up down, shawty yeah she bad she from uptown.
N****s gettin mad cause I'm up
Baby look good in some Chrisitians
Dior fuck on da whore
Fuck on a check, look at my neck
They said I got next (ye ye)
Baby I'm blessed
Tell em
to Mars in a stretched out car
We only play hits by the greatest
Smooth R&B for the ages
If you wanna ride in the back of the Caddy
Take a number
that'll cool yall off real nice. I bring to you a dynamic duo. They go by the name The PA System and they just got a few things they want you to do today
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