Lyrics:
dollar
'Cause we got that top powder
Hos slob on our Johnson
'Cause Johnson got that best powder
We call a grand a dollar
We gettin' money, holla
& get the sack
I tell the plug to come & bring the pack
Smoking that gas but it smoked me back
How many times have you been in the trap?
Selling that dope
with serving fiends you tryna get high or by nikka got whatever you need
Counting Green Smoking Purple
Blues Stuffed all in my purples
I went D1 in
Your batter bitter buy some better butter bitch
Betty bopper bopping on my magic johnson better get her bruh
Yo' jack and seem then pop your pill
Me
said he smell the coffee
Half on a zip I made it leap I'm feeling froggy
Wish my old hoes the best
But if y'all need Some dick call me
One thing about me
of skinning the shit is so sickening
I'm notta racist my best friend is black
I'm notta racist cause rap I do listen
Ma'am you can be racist and not call me
know I'm packin' missles
Get me two Bentleys some houses Johnson jet skis
Ballin' till I die nigga don't fuck with S.P.I.
[Chorus]
the belly of the beast
Collect calls from Gunplay
I pray one day I get to see some peace
But I'ma ride until the wheels won't
Anything Double-M I will
shawty so don't even call me you know that you left in the past tense
Type of nigga come through and I dance
Type of nigga leave you in a trance
Told that
Yeah
Come on
Let's go!
Whoo!
I'm set free... by reality
You opened up my eyes so that I could see
That I'm one with you, you're one with me
How can
her mess up like Brawny
So please do not call me
I'm happily washing in Japanese hot springs
Half of me wants things to move at a quicker pace
It’s Only You
Written by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Alexander Howell II, Jonathan Johnson, Miclain Keith
It woke me up
In the middle of the night
You can call the boys, I'm feeling the cops willingly
Niggas better know the difference
If I get to the auction last, you're outbidded
Give me you,
tell you Mental Illness is my fucking down fall
Paranoia got me in a mental fucking free for all
Anxiety got my mind thinkin goin awol
Suicide
on me
(where’s yours)
You know that they wanna get high yeah
But the shits not free
(mans broke)
Paranoia keeps playing wid my mind yeah
Like
Elvish with a bad Latina (whoa)
Woo, Louie V Bimmer
Bitch, I'm deep clean, shawty call me Stanley Steamer
Momma come through, she the coffee, I'm
Don't try holla for a free 16 now I'm sorry but I need to get paid
Can't get me on the phone if you do you can tell by my tone that I need to get
success it came luckily
The same lame duckin me, the same dame in love wit me
Dip-Set be one set I claim is sucker free!!
Don't Fuck Wit Me
[Chorus
luckily
Same lame duckin me, and saying Dame in love with me
Dip-Set but one set I claim is sucker free!
Don't Fuck Wit Me
[Chorus 2X: Juelz Santana,
here we play for keeps
Yeah we eatin' but we starvin'
I get me a little money
Try to spread it like margarine
I'm flyer than a motherfucker
All my
hole, holy, one, quat quat
Super McNasty, why you McLoving
When the b**** call me daddy
Pimp no caddy, she wish she never had me
Treat her like a dog,
in no hurry
Life was dictated by stress but now I ain't got no worries
See me I know what to do but them man live hopefully
Some man I used to call
'cause we got that top powder
Hoes slob on our johnson 'cause johnson got that best powder
We call a grand a dollar, we gettin' money, holla
Rollin' hard
shit
Let me get you on the Johnson and Johnson
Pharmaceutical list
Since you wanna be a baby
Let me give you this product
Uh
Had to give you a moment
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