Lyrics:
Mmm, you smell that
You know what that smell is, that's right, it's money
Go ahead, rub your dick on that shit
I rub my dick on expensive shit, I
never known
He had to hustle so he could pay the rent
Played all the aces and wound up president
You see it's okay
Got to find your own way
Keep
about love, baby, use your logic
Wanna say the truth, fuck it, go 'head about it
Sitting by my window staring at the moonlight
Call my baby up try
ah tell you fi do
Likka dem, ah go live your life for you
You better know just wey ah go do
When the other claps, turn the other way
Sometime you
And now it's too late to talk your way out of this one.
But you make your own luck, following your own gut.
Maybe you're the one that's finally gonna make
we'll stomp one of you little niggas
Niggas say they sliding, nobody dying though
Your net worth in the Forbes, but what was they lying for
Go dollar for
of your life choices You wanna go to college but it's gonna destroy us
And that's fine
Because I still care
You hate the way I look I talk
My face, my
or I'm with two Gs like Gucci (Yeah)
She wanna sniff this whiff that I got
That puff, the biggest zootie
Your bitch blew man 'cause I got big drip, but my
There's a big 'ol sound coming from the sky
Something that you can't really analyze
Like a big ol circle around the sun
There's a little 'old
hell no
They get a little pinch and go snitch to the po'
They all talk fast and they all think slow
I'm Mos Definite, not think so
Flood your city
the cork, go on tap the keg
Go on get some red up in your neck
This is one of them nights you just can't miss
And it goes a little, goes a little
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
want a bitch, a ton of shit cause I'ma hit your crew
Bout to knock you out yo' skin, go in body, then I'ma go chin
Place yo' bet, you gonna hate
the outside skin, start within
And win friends for life, who will never give up the fight
For a better future
Lead others by your own example
Keep a straight
the same way that the bass went
(Ooh)
Baby yeah I like that
I heard you're a rapper, let me show you where the mic at
Spit it baby, run the show
Please your
on the light
Old Jukebox rolled into three big towns
And three times got knocked down
By a bigger man, by a faster man
And one time by some punks
In
other faces
Down, down in Hollywood town
The good time sounds are heard all day
But the nightimes coming
You're on your own
Looking for a place
made this shit for those that still believe
I made this shit for those that say
They're not taught to believe
I don't want your money
But sometimes I
to build my own crowd yeah
Big moves solo pull up in coupe ooo
The way I move got me feeling rico smooth
Who new them cold days
Where gonna last this long
So tell your mama don't wait up you gon' be home late
Ay yo I'm trying to have a long night
Long night
'Cause lately all I've been living is short
on a weekday
I got an off day tomorrow, I'ma sleep late
I brought a bad bitch too, she got a beef cake
And she go each way, she need a teammate
I got a bad bitch
can do your own research and learn it
There's no limit to knowledge
You don't have to go to college
Get a job
Sit next to a guy named Bob
You don't
I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
pie, sit by me
But I forgot now you've got your own car
Girl by your side and you're going too far
Aunt Josie said, "My, how big you have grown!"
Too
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