Lyrics:
and dance while I bust this move
And talk about myself, I don't need a partner
Bilal has the cuts, then I'll help start the
Show, let a lyric flow and you
going down
Homie I've been scrapping for this
Dream since a young buck (young buck)
Blood, sweat
And tears grinding ‘til the sun's up
(sun's up) don't
useless if yo stack don't have Ulysses S Grant
That's the 50s is you with me let's hit the bank then
Money like music I Benjamin Franklin
I'm out for
a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down, and square dance with me
C'mon now, let's all get
a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down, and square dance with me
C'mon now, let's all get
trying to front like he's down with
Mount Zion
What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
let the fork do the talk (skrrt)
Gucci Mane, I murder man (rrah), I get you lined in the chalk
Million dollar AP, Gucci Mane challenge
High steppin'
I finish you play the coward role
Down to popping this nickel for the sour dough
All bronze and no brains when that mac bus
You last laughin them
the only skrt I leave on this beat
If you don't let me be
Let me be
Let me be
Let me, let me, let me, let me
I shake the hand of sorrow, ouch, see you
Boom bitch
Another day
Another dollar you can lose quick
Don't trip
Get it back
Get it right
Get it tight
Baby got me calling cause she let me beat it
we share
Special times alone (ahh)
Just don't ever change
'Cause I'm so into you
And you know it feels good , know that you're by my side (yeah)
good for long enough Knock 'em out, sell 'em, move on,
It's a fast buck and the race is on to get in, get out,
Get what you want, get out it's
George Bush did
Lv gators on, 20 G footprints
Top 5, I could give a nod and the shot fly
I was in the drop top when I dropped by
You know it was a 2014
down to old George
On my mind like everyday, so you know I'ma go for it
Homie say he use to get it, what he got to show for it
Little bit of money
but I feel hopeless damn
Can't cope with bein' broke, I'm a man, c'mon
Son, don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side,
it away
It's just another day in this old town
So get down
Home shopping channel's got us by the eyes
Scrambling to the phones ordering porcelain
Let's get it on
We don't give a what-what
We don't give a what-what (shit)
Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor (what)
Get it
Let's get it on
We don't give a what-what
We don't give a what-what (shit)
Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor (what)
Get it
Fuck it up
Wait
Fuck it up
No don't go don't
You've let me down before
You've let me down before
I gave you chance after chance to prove yourself
You
show you something else
If they let me talk
But I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to tell my story before a judge
Because I think the murder's
outlaw women down on
Our side of the barbed wire
Money grows in rows
And if it don't you've gone broke
So We hang out by the bonfire
Just the good ole
a little something about the dirt roads
Where we come from
I'm gonna rap a little bit, you feel like singing?"
"Yeah brother"
"Let's go"
Yeah, I'm
beautiful girl
The mornings not over
Horizons forever
Don't you go
What a fuckin' sad way to move out of your home
Ain't no family close by ain't no one
a laser)
(Let's get the hell out of here)
Is Mr. George home?
Hello, Mr. George?
This is your conscience, motherfucker
Why don't you leave
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