Lyrics:
He don't love this, he don't love that, he doesn't drop, I heard
He none but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks, he's always in the club & they say
He
ain't care for school 'cause he knew his true talent
How he gon' survive in a world full of savages?
Born to get some money but'll kill, gotta balance
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
Walking in the club all eyes on me
Show me to VIP
Sections full of bottles and it’s all on me
No this shit ain’t cheap
Broke ass hoes love hating
While you were sleeping
While you were sleeping
While you were sleeping
So Christ can bring the peace - while you were sleeping
Just dust full of lust
contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He
Seen the rovers roll up with ribbons
I seen them repo'd, resold then re-driven
So when I reload, he holds number one position
When you hot I'm hot
Shits not even out and the internet exploded
From the monday club blues
To an album full of tunes
From drinking up booze
To eating magic mushrooms
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(yeah, yeah)
Pastor P
(Pastor P, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(yeah)
This is my King Jesus who went through it all
Blood running down His face
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talkin'
eyes are red and his conscience almost dead
Yet he creeps on through the alley full of pride
His tail drags on behind him like a virgins wedding train
made to feel a fool
By your friends and lovers
I keep my wits about me when I'm out
With my friends and lovers
Joanne's so full of doubt
cause she thinks
money lil nigga you broke
You aint never seen 100 p's in the trap house nigga
You aint never ever beat the pack out
You aint never fell off in the club
the club
Walls swaying to right
Don't give a fuck
You see we pass another bottle
Going full throttle
While I hit this gas
We gonna spark it up
Through
a shotty
No exchange but she fuck wit Armani
Cruise to the Foreign no Fivi
Now he can't breath left him dead in a Molly
Do a homi I'm cynical
Jersey club rap
Yeah, gotta win back my junkies
I'm makin' music like I'm sellin' crack
Yeah, I'm in the club with that fire
Ain't dancin' around like I'm Ja
to another motherfucker out my squad right (Who dis nigga, man?)
Dis nigga go by the name of Joc (Joc)
He resides in College Park (College Park)
But for
to another motherfucker out my squad right (Who dis nigga, man?)
Dis nigga go by the name of Joc (Joc)
He resides in College Park (College Park)
But for
[Chorus]
Hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin
Hit the hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin'
Hit the hit the parking lot by
clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle,
clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle,
knocked a chunk up out his back like he working for Apple
Shie just poured a six up in the Sprite, I pour eight in the Snapple
If I catch his opp all by
Im in the strip club but I aint here to look at strippas
Im in this strip club cuz I own this business
Bystanders in the windows
Peepin what they
Eternally Thug Nigga Hilfigger made by Tommy
So when I speak hope to reach my ??? Mamis
Or come to Papi I love it when its wet and sloppy
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