Lyrics:
on me
I don't need no friends, I'm rich by my lonely
And your homies not really your homies
See your homies they really be police
Yea' your homies not
Uh oh here I come, here I go,uh oh, jump round jump!
Watcha wanna do?!
Watcha gonna do?!
Let me know girl, jump, jump!
You get tackled by
baby? Uh-uh
Purple-coloured mink, sugarcane hittin' them 16 switches
Candy apple green, candy paint, swirling twenty-four inch spinners (swirl)
Don't
man, won't you drop that shit
[ VERSE 1: Tony Rhome ]
Yo, here we go again
On the strength of L.O.D. I kick facts, and
Some are the reasons that
Yeah (yeah)
Hater-free (yeah, hater-free), sucka-proof (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, get money (straight up)
This some of that (uh, here we go)
Turn
slow
But I still was on go, I was movin' pills
Money discussion, ain't asking a nigga for nothin'
You look like a fool, for real
Thumbin' through
Yo, whattup ma'? I got a pocket full of stinkies
Let's go spend these right quick (what's that?)
All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty
I ain't no nigga, fuck that shit
Does everything come out your mouth got to be a 4-letter word?
The way you talk about women is bullshit, plain
to do Oo
Nothin' left to prove though
忍び Go loose Uhn
Cuttin off these opps
Same as cutting crops
忍者s Wanna know Huh
how I stay on lock yuhh
忍者 How you
[Bushwick Bill]
It's Bushwick Bill, I be that motherfuckin nigga
Four foot two, a couple of inches and I'm steady gettin bigger
Straight from
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
Trapped inside space and time
Lately I can't feel nothin
City lights passing by
Luminescence real stunning
Yesterday was cloudy grey
Tomorrow will be
How, how do you face Chiraq? How?
Where's my brother? How?
Bitch, we've been to war
I can't even talk that Chicago shit
I don't know nothin
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
and kiddettes lets go partay
Celebrating through the day hip hip, hooray
Gotta find a way to act so crazay
Startin off by drinkin some cold lemonade
It's hot
don't really fuck with many men
Ain't no person in my country could relate to me (Nah)
I don't even go to studios, they don't exist
Huh, but I still found
probably do, let it go 4 first then hop on the 2nd one
Said don't fuck with the bros, you know that shit is lethal
And I got a few hoes, but I don't really
worry about me, I'll legit finna blow
I just poured a four, poor
Move her slow on a road
And I'm rich, that's all I know
Diamonds my neck, and yeah,
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong,
I ain't bout my business
Zoom by I'm in motion
Like dice, shakin them bitches
High rolla, 5 2 6 1
Come out hittin' 5 6 3 4
Got a fist full
[Chorus]
Hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin
Hit the hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin'
Hit the hit the parking lot by
You'se will have the double juice duck, then I doubled up
To the double four, puddles pour from ya bum bot
Open swords can't be cured by the blood clot
a bitch while niggas is homeless
See niggas get piped over dice, wiped out, over 4 digit price
Damn near broke my heart, made me so sick, I had to go shit
and we're in town
And the only place you can go is dowwwwwwwwwwn!
(Oohweeoohweeoohweeooooooooooooooooooooooohh.
Step, step, step, step, step off.)
Well, I'm
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