Lyrics:
lift up a dime
Fee , I want it by any of means
I can not be running out
No it's not a want , it's really a really a need
With this I be out of my head
I
the first was my hideaway
People used to just sell me dreams I would purchase right away
Anything just to get me up Im tryna find a way
25 now in my
with me
I'm a turnt up nigga, I be smoking on this dank, imma roll this up by the three
All these bitches be foul they ain't got manners, all they wanna
Felt we weren't right by design and
Feel like you don't feel a thing
You pulled the strings
Now I don't even feel like the real me
And now we're done
Had
got more to play
Ramadan is finally over, back to smoking dank
I been inside this life, feel like I cant escape
I'm 23 now, feel like Jordan, then I
Woah
Woah
Woah woah
Huh woah yeah
Yea yea yeah
Woo haha
Huh
Uh, steady be smoking on skunk it dank
I'm pulling the 100s right out of the bank
Baby
and I pray that it makes
Brand new car with unlimited dank
Brand new start with unlimited jays
You was right there feel like I died there
Swear I had
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something
To say right here? (Oh
the ninety's[00:38.53]And your lil girl friend she was eyeing me[00:40.49]You lucky niggas ain't grimy[00:41.91]But if I was[00:43.72]She would've left with me right in front
With the Rémy in my left hand, bottles speak out plenty
Fat booty, f'd up chicks, we got many!
Frank Dank and Dilla, nigga, that's what's up!
We get
Ren spit it
[MC Ren]
Nigga who tryin to fuck with the Ville'
Grab my dick, Fuck this trick and slay my scrill
Slap the taste right outta ya grill
Written by: James Ray, Montay Shine
West coast, East coast, Dirty south,
or get smoked
We come by the masses you come and get choked
If you take me for a fool I'll take you for a joke
Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope
(Goddamn, Equinox)
I'm in, are you out?
Don't want nobody else, at all
I came to say how you been, what you on?
Got me stuck in my head all by myself
to be dry
'cause after the stronger man supply
But in the drought season it`s too hard to get by
Niggaz be runnin` off with D gafflin muthafuckas,
Fucking up your whole rep
With the Coast-step
Got them bitches shook up
They just coming right to left
I'mma shine when it comes down to it
If it calls for
head on your tidies
You know the right spot
White Louie V shorts with a dank top
Always dress to impress and loves feeling fly
I wan Netflix and chill
sheets
Right they ass chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns
Loaded for your roller
Put em' straight to sleep
Hollow points hit my fuckin' window
Make you
to Treach
Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called Quest
And you gots no respect for me, is that right?
Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight
[Master P talking]
Ronzo, shut the door on that Cougar partner
It's time to get pervin'
Keyon, pass the dank man (Yeah man)
Yo G you wanna hit (Yeah,
right by me, I can't let go
Put that on my life cause I said so
And I ride in the night, gotta swang slow
Ima hide, ima slide from the 5-0
Pulling up,
nigga in the Tray
And a four of that drank to go with my dank
It makes me lean all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog want to hunt for
(Aye)
If ya'll niggas don't get ya money right
This time you know what sayin'
I'm giving niggas til the end of 07 bout 08
(Where we going)
My bank
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