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She say we look like pimpin
I say baby you know you can't stop the boss
The definition of a boss
Let me put you up on it
B-O-S-S, Bread Over Sucker
bout
Trapping I never got caught by the jakes
Nigga I ran me a tight route
Play then you lay
Nigga best watch what you say
Nigga your team will get wiped
Think about the smarts, words said of wise
Do it like paz and I do it like Nas
You got two small fries by the size
And I get a gat, two times, two
me a
longer track
Could haul em' uphill lord
forward and back
Might not be so pretty, but I can
get the job done
Gotta find me a trunk line for
crashing]
"Dude?"
"Buddy, my head"
"Homey, get off me"
"Buddy, I can't see"
"What just happened to us Dude?"
"Homey, I told you, we should have
I get Texas Chainsaw Massacre
You will get Freddy Krueger part 6 and
Final Destination part 3
Trust me I'll push your wig back
This ain't a fair clash
Yeah
Trouble with my past I don’t make excuses I execute it
Graduated 3.72 then I got a Buick
DVD cassettes i was playing way before I had
I'm just a slave to the season
Whipped by time
I beg the rain for redemption
Will I get blue skies
Don't get on that train - she ain't stoppin'
late my
Eyes start looking oriental
And this pen is so temperamental, it's mental
I get money but you still see me in a rental
Shaking the petrol pump
And you were supposed to love me
Then I got a text from your ex
All summer night, reachin' for nine
On stand by, three sixty five
You get high and you
that I don't go first class
Send my body home on a fright train
So everyone can see me when I pass
And don't worry none about no fancy funeral
Can I get you something?
'S'mofo butter layin' me to da' bone! Jackin' me up, tight me!
I'm sorry, I don't understand
Cutty say 'e can't hang!
(Watch out wit all that swervin')
Srayin yo lane
Cause if you swerve up in my lane you gon get hit by this train (We #ill4real)
Hold on give me space
truck
Put together looking tuff
Just a kid on the block,
Everybody passing by
We get that money
We run that money like a train
My mind is loaded
My
truck
Put together looking tuff
Just a kid on the block,
Everybody passing by
We get that money
We run that money like a train
My mind is loaded
My
truck, Put together looking tuff
Just a kid on the block, Everybody passin by
We get that money
We run that money like a train
My mind is loaded
My
home and family
And you tell me you aint't got no DVD
I say you tell me you ain't got no DVD
It costs too much to drive your SUV
It takes too long
think she black cuz she watch BET
Good tree take you back like DVD's
Y'all niggas damn near smoke CBD
Trying to match get the fuck out of here with that
for haters tryna block me dog
Catch 'em so low, they geezy, don't shock me dog
Well get the fuck, slide on out the way
And let B.G. ease down
they fly away
On the train of life
On the train of life
Fashions come and go
And generations too
They've been on that train
The same as me and you
think i heard you,
Oh lord i think i heard you.
so all of a sudden I'm facing a
raging river that passed me by
do I turn around, do I turn my
train
I've been hit by another fast movin' train.
I wondered as I lay there and held her
Why can't this be real?
Why the fear wouldn't let me
a dollar and a dream
Get that money for the family, I go to the extreme
The world turned a blind eye to me
Deaf to the hate
But I ain't disabled
I'm
This understood should be my name
I'm short, he got degrees
He ain't like me, but he still moving king
We watching DVDs, ain't have no cable
Come walk
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