Lyrics:
put our heads together and now we get richer
We got to get it while it's good to get
Let's put it down, hit em up by surprise and then we leave town
to stress about (stress about)
My bills late, money runnin' out
Pull up to them stores, bitch, I'm runnin' out
I gotta get it by any means
And keep my
never lasts.
And maybe, by the evening we'll be laughing
Just wait and see
All the changes there'll be
By the time it gets dark.
We could go
up, aight, take the fuckin' blunt)
Yeah, wassup? (Damn)
I ain't even get charged yet
(Come on man, let's ciph man about the good ol' days man you
Know you wanna play 'round
Well, baby, I'm on the playground
Hop on up, get on down
And wiggle that thing that's so round
Somethin' in the way
let's rip up the floor like confetti
cause we'ed never fess or front
when it's time to get hyped on the mic or on a fly dance tip
paid to entertain ya
Everyday she walk by
See me on the same block
Same crew, like she never seen rocks
Chain watch, rims blue
Different color boots on, park Yukon
The little homies ride, multiply and divide
Let's ride, till the figures get right
Ese Venom, Ese Rabbit put in work on the mic
We can murder by numbers,
and splifs
But with each day that pass you feel priorities shift
Growing up don't come from cussing, drinking or smoking
I can tell your grown by counting up
I'm private plane
Nudie jeans with my Get Up Mane!
Rollin' papers and Mary J
I made eleven mill and I'm still the same
What's with all these
(Take me)
In your arms (In your arms)
Hold me tight.
Don't put up a fight.
It's a shake down.
Shake down.
Come on baby, get down.
Get down
I'm willing
go nigga
Word up, close the door to the Aston nigga
Get out the, yo, take that shit out the ash tray man
Do you remember a real gang member?
Choppin'
your shoulders, now you reaching for your steel
My ?? of real is a step away from nothing happened
Pick up the mic and get to rapping
Stepping like
Freak bitch keep starin' at the Draco
Type to lob, but promise summer make my days long
Fuck up a bitch nigga in my bae clothes
Askin' questions,
that between joy and pain that's the front line
So easy to get lost
So easy to get tossed by the wayside
That's why I'm thanking god every single day for
and melodies
And i'm just hoping that rose would save me
But i guess it's too late
"The velvet up in flames what a sight to see"
Part 4: 180mph fueled by six
than a mil' in savings (mm-mm)
But you can still get a shaven (bah)
If I ever get caught by the paigons (uh, uh)
Badman I ain't just waving (boom)
a bubble
I don’t really wanna get into a club or
When I get in off the muscle
Turning up all at the W
You don’t really wanna get into a rumble
Tunnel vision
Screaming fuck that, I'ma go and go get this go
Take off, tell her by and get rid of you
Inside, tryna find what I'm missing though
STRNGEKID we gon'
See that's where you got me fucked up
'Cause I'm grateful for my lil' fifteen a hour
All I'm sayin' is these companies gon' ho you
So yeah I get my
You already know I'm skinny
Yes they call me "skinny-minnie"
Minnie mouse my daddy's Mickey
Get the checks signed by Walt Disney
Being skinny is
that one time
Sometimes I sum time when shit don't add up right
Cause bitches get slick and like to think I'm a dumb guy
People act like giving love is
gone, that's full throttle
Young Corby going in, I'm about my Elizabeth
No Sir Edmund, just Ernest Ruthorford
And they wonder how I get it from by the way
Cant touch what you won't go get
They won't learn if we can't teach
It was time for me to start loving myself
So now I'm multiplied by me
I don't
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