Lyrics:
remain silent
I've got the gas, I want the cash so I’m selling that
I've got the gas, I need the racks, rainbow euro stacks
Call me docteur gas
Tb got sum
of a life, you wanna know
It's not the last, last, last if you give your best
It's not the jazz, jazz, jazz when you swing your hands
From my body to my bones,
where are you takin' me too huh America
Yo I'm Kunta Kinte 'fore he was enslaved by America
Picture the freedom before the terror
Who had to carry
facts
Psalms calm songs over wrongs pipe and a bong
We Ride along n tag along Louis Vuitton Armstrong
Arm gone industry cut throat bit by a python
Lights
(Why)
You the one that really show me how it felt
(Why) i was down in SL rocking YSL
(Why)
Gucci, Louis, Fendi fucking Prada shit, yeah
I'ma cut the bitch
the vine don't grow too close to leaves who think, that they were like it
Static shock for your value, match the prices
Point me to the way I think about you
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
shit
HMV at the cash register, girls tryin to make me buy CD's
Soft jazz and homo R&B
I ain't payin for that Allure shit
Walkin by Bloomingdales
the Dr King hanging on your wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I
that's boss crock
Air fresheners hang, the joint is sold out
To capacity, this young bitch keep asking me
"Can I suck your dick?", "Not now, shorty"
(chicka, aawww, Jam)
Give me the mic and watch me wax that ass *horn sample*
Keep the camera moving cause I'm kinda fast *horn sample*
You can trip, you can
Bitch I am Boujee
Give me that Louis
Designer and Gucci
Yeah that shit
Will Ruin me
Yeezys
On my toes
Slide onto
Mine Though
Capsize all my clothes
Lookbanz
Bitch I'm in Paris
Louis Chanel All on my body
No I ain't average
You know Imma manage
Watch me go savage
Bitch I'm in Paris
Louis Chanel
a team (woo)
On top of my dreams, Joyner, I know you inspired by me
Like I was inspired by Nelson Mandela, I give him a rose for every endeavor (hey)
you could love a Two-Face scarred by all the pain
I could be like Clark after losing Louis Lane
I could be The Dark Knight fighting for a change
I could
the struggle
Let's talk about them rocks I had to drop inside the fucking pot and wait for it to bubble
Let's talk about them teachers that told me I wasn't
made amends with a couple and others
I'm goin in like I don't got a rubber
Unc told me stay away from you suckers
'Cause yall bad for me
Sweet talk give
She take my money, when I'm in need
Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed
Ooh she's a gold digger, way over time
That digs on me
(She give me
child often deprived with a life that’s jeopardized so trife where he resides/ motivated by tears in his moms eyes scandalous bitches lies and fronting
never smash
Gave me head till I'm dead and all his cash
You know I hit the stash
Fuck a Louis bag
Unless he come filled with some cash
Keep a Louisville
this money on me
Gucci Prada Dior on my feet
All these hoes on me
Fendi Louis dripping Givenchy
Heard lil bitch be fucking on him and his brother
That
been on the line
For some time
You should give me mine
Trophies on my wall
From the streets
When a nigga ball
If I get that call
You should know
That I’m
LIKE ME SHE JUST WANT MY P
PUT YOUR LIL GIRL IN MY LEASH
SHE ONLY WANT ONE THING THAT I RECEIVE
(tell em please!)
Woo, wah, wah
passion money
passion
oh
Banging that Tribe Called Quest, oh
I don't need too much in life
Just give me my respect
Know that Simz has depth, oh
Shit I ain't even got to say
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