Lyrics:
get loose, she tryna win
I beat her by the house, or beat her in
There's forty in the couch, I let her spend
When it costly, you better call in
feels the same
Everything wey we get don fade away
One day one day go come
Life go sweet as e sweet before
Beauty is coming our way
Beauty is coming our
Yeah, yeah what y'all wanna do?
What y'all wanna do? C-l, ip, s-e, n-e-r-d
What y'all wanna do?
My coke money's in cleaners
Give it a fresh rinse
E-40 and The Click wid it
He sucker MC better know about it
I make your girlfriend hoe about it
I make a muh'fucka know about it;
somebody better
it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E-40
on niggas so (what?) fuck Mr Whipple
If you live along my end, yeah baby girl I might tickle (c'mon)
I drink Gold E like Fred D drank the ripple
Word to God,
Force plane
Ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame
Ain't cha?
Through despair, I traipse, bakin' pies
Makin' cake
Hustling them E's and that
Force plane
Ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame
Ain't cha?
Through despair, I traipse, bakin' pies
Makin' cake
Hustling them E's and that
on Instagram Live
Screen record him
Jugged a fat nigga from Cali
And he look like E-40
You at the gas station scraping
Up change for your 40
It costs fifty
up some Olde E, but not a 40
Just a two-two of brew will do, so I can knock it out fast
To make the coldness last
And while you at man see
of hydraulics
Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it
I'm drivin' on E with no license or registration
Heart racin', racing past Johnny
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
Nigga, come on, nigga, yeah
Take it to the house
Yeah, yeah, yeah Dub see, 40 Widah
D-Shot
I know ya in the movies and ya pager's goin' off
This is a parking lot pimping and bitches I Slap em' holla at my nigga - E-40
And we gap em' 20 inch couldn't fit - adapt to slap em'
Get tha matching
(911 dispatch) 911, forty reporting
(woman) hello 911, help me, help me
(911 dispatch) what is your emergency
(woman) there's someone in my house,
criminal minded, swift
D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a biatch)
A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat
could fuck with us?
Dub, E-40, Christ Bearer, plus RZA
Stick you with the Blade, we gots to get paid
And for the moolah, we intertwine like French braids
crack the forty open (get 'em)
Cheers, get put in the trunk
That's my nigga Battlecat providin' the funk
That's the old world, I'm frontline from
it
Then I get this top billin', hey (woo)
Keep your third eye open
Any problem with the safe, then I crack the forty open (get 'em)
Cheers, get put
Send fi liquor by Crait money up
Me money nuff me money nuff
Dial brawd day yuh nuh see nuh funny stuff
Maliantey a role wid the k how e guh
Brawling we
paths with my clique and get vic
I'm on some bullshit that's how I was raised G
Slept at the stage have you slippin' down blazin'
In pools of alcohol walk
I[01:38.33]Capitalize[01:38.99]Then I can get a percentage of what's[01:40.65]Already mine[01:41.14]Early blinded by the industry[01:42.11]Beauty and nudity[01:43.20]Jewelry usually
world, now there's always time, to getch'a
I guess by now you get the picture of what I'm tryin' to say
I'm ballin' outta control
Niggaz trippin' off me,
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z)
[Freeway]
Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga
It's that real shit...
[female singer, repeated throughout
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