Lyrics:
and specialities
Stick to home remedies
Cause we leave em looking sick
If you gotta bone to pick
I suggest you worry bout ya chick and
We ain’t even need the wrist
Gotta get home, pick up the phone
Gotta let the people know I'm gonna be late
Down by the sea, she knew a sailor who had been to war
She never even
Verse 1
I ain’t never had a problem with a chick bro
I just tell her to swallow and then to get ghost
I don’t care if she’s a model she will get no
Already loaded I ain't gotta cock it
Come to your city I turn up the party
Smoking on same shit as Bob Marley
We living life like it's really a dream
niggas now)
We posted by the water burnin'
Blunts and sippin' liquor down
(me and all my niggas now)
Stickin' to the script so baby
You ain't gotta stick
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music
With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
Rain drops of water that turn into hard glaciers
Bob Barker microphones, I get paper
My block is cocaine central, eat your food
With ancient
So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like
What
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some
shooting Cannons
Can't find my family lost and Abandoned
Getting hit by the fires the babes get To fanning
Now I'm out here doing nothing get to Xanning
shows
An' if the freaks get illy I smack the....
Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed
Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med
Ya say you
Hook:2x
This gone make ya bob ya head & groove & this gone lift ya spirits up that's true & this gone make ya wanna 2 step & move said this gone be
Just a white tee and a swap meet sweater
My life is likely to see great endeavors
But I can't win if I can't get it together
What I gotta do in order
Yeah
Back to back nights, whip full of pretty ass women
And they all down for the get down, if you know what I mean
20/20 vision, you can't see what
to your stomach get a six pack
I'm goin' in a nigga's stupid you ain't get that
You at home askin' can you get your bitch back
She on the phone you can
Rich Gang
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I gotta get rich 'cause I'm everybody's backbone (ayy)
And they just wanna see what's in the bag, homes (see what's in my
star
To get hit by a moving car
Or drown in my own vomit
Soul is tarnished, gotta ruin her
And no one told me there'd be days like this
Sad face, I'll be
Wonder why I don't call her
Maybe because I'm busy and she needs someone to spoil her
It gets annoying from time to time I gotta ignore her
In order
(naww)
But my birds fly higher your coupe drive
By but my coupe drive by ya
Im higher than a kite still
Lookin for a lighter
Can't get no higher still
I go big, or go home
Gotta put it on the line
Till your chips all gone go big, or go home
Either climb to the top or
You sink like a stone go big,
Appreciates all the love I give
Boy, I gotta shake it off
Gotta do what's best for me
Baby and that means I gotta
Shake you off
By the time you get this
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