Lyrics:
no pressure
My first house, 11.000-square-feet mansion
It was a haunted by dead bitch whites
Mad a nigga bought his crib, to hang up pictures
useless this shit like a boulder
Started selling by the gram
Till I flipped all of that shit over
My life as loose as paper origami that shit folded
Put
watch
But they ain't the man in the mirror
I know I'm surrounded by opps
But I like to keep all of em near
Take over the top of the year
Take over the top
cobra fangs
Squeezin' like a boa constrictor 'til
I got shoulder pain
This strap over the shoulder hang
When I blam mine period
This pussy could fill his
for me and the homies and nobody else
Making beats in my room by myself
Kinda funny how my last studio cost seven zeros
But I make the best shit when
to
Cut through atomic particles
Gimme a funny hat I might as
Well be called a cardinal
Can't equate or compare to me
I'm hotter than the tropical
Audible
Nanny had a plan, and that was land over jewelry
I'm so clock, I'ma go hard
So you're standin' by my gravesite, handin' over eulogies
Been here for
TOO MANY PIES
JUST TO GET BY
FOR THESE MILLIONS, WE GOT NO SICILIANS
NOT EVEN A SINGLE ONE, MY PLUG IS A INDIAN
FOR LONGEST TIME I BEEN THE FUNNY ONE
Gun check
Check
Let's go over the plan
I'mma pull up to the joint slow, then hop out the van
Nah don't hop out, slide out lookin' like a knockout
Dear Mrs. Roosevelt, don't hang your head and cry;
His mortal clay is laid away, but his good work fills the sky;
This world was lucky to see him
loud, funny
And mad cool he kept it so real
With me from the jump, like
"Stay away from all these bitch-ass
Niggas none of them are your
Friends" Him
Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black
One day I
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
Bust it
This here's a tale for all the fellas
Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us
Get shot down 'cause you're over zealous
Play hard to get,
was bringing her over for conversation
Couldn't help but feel elation
At the prospect of my little nation
My reservations was natural I said
But by now
Talking like you knew me, best bet that you is a fan now
Talking like your money rich but never did you hang tho
Talking like you funny now but never
sister's thighs
When they welcoming Wise
Or they eyes when they surprised
By the rotten' insides
But besides my sexual powers I
Was just fucking with ya
soundin'
Funny coming out
All wrong hang on
Sister
We
Gotta lot to learn
This compartement
Is self-contained
Still my mouth is
Runnin' dry
Again I agree
the fuck I was
It's like I had to give them that energy
So they understood and they knew the song
And they knew how to move to it by the time it was over
bitch in the back
Pull her over now lil bitch on my lap
Heh
Pop the cap pop off the lid
Pop a bean
P-p-pouring up a 5th
Popping all this shit
Your bitch
that lobster over here by that stake
If you lookin' for some hens
I got ten on the way
I ain't fuckin' with these niggas
I'm an industry virgin
from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!"
Yes I rap but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi, screaming, "It's
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
Follow me as we race the horizon
It feels funny when you call on my mobile
I'm already gone
I feel I'm running up the walls
As the days go by
Is
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