Lyrics:
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
It goes eeny meeny miny moe catch her by the dollars tho if she holla let her have a few dollars pop that collar tho i
(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin'
We got a wonderful show 4 y'all 2night, uh (alright, I love it)
But first off, before we get 2 the band
We'd like 2 bring up this nice funny young
a lotta ass poppin', but that's new right there
You invited to the house ma, you and yo crew right there
Check it, okay let's have some fun
I got four
ever step up
One by one I push 'em down
Fat bullet fat head make a pussy sound
Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground
I'm straight from a crooked town
B4 I DIE
I'ma cry every tear in my eye
And I'ma bleed every blood in my vein
Nigga B4 I DIE
This rap game is do or die
This rap game is do or die
So B4
in peace to all those we lost
By murder of the police damn
Don't shoot me, my nigga, it's just a book
It's probably what keeps everyone's life
End up
If I leave you
I say thunder fire me oh
Baby gat the juicy oh
You no go ever tire me oh
Hey boo
Character so special
Everybody Dem ma calling
Dem ma
All I ever dream is to be rich, to live and enjoy this shit
Three houses and four cars before the A26
Livin the life I made, and learnt trades to stay
bands)
Ten bands (straight up, ten bands) in the right hand (right, 4Hunnid)
Ten bands (hey) in my left hand (on God)
Santa Claus bag, hoe sit up
a marathon, Hustle Up I'ma prophet (profit) som'n like a bottle
gimme love and money
One can watch it double up
I foresee it (four, see it), hey
Dust it off,
enough about you and me
How's my little son
Hmm, he ever ask about me
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket
If I could
enough about you and me
How's my little son
Hmm, he ever ask about me
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket
If I could
snickers with no nuts no satisfaction.
I hustle and flow, mighta been by my cheese since I was knee high.
Weed what you need, hit me I'ma drop off
come see ya (see ya)
I need all my dough not a dolla short
And if u don't have it den u gotta go
I'ma come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands
In
Have you ever been on Pluto
Well I'm bout to make you fly
Once you move them Vickis to the left,
I'm bout to get up inside
Like get it baby, bikinis
I'ma put this on
When he see me in this
Suit, I'ma get me some, hey
Mission two: gotta make that call
Tell 'em get the bottles popping
When they play my
explained by the anger
And I'm holding on a glock, that's keeping one up in the chamber
I'ma strut it like a gangsta, so my niggas get they bang on
Hopping
thank you
For the "hate yous" and the tattoos
Oh baby, I'm cool by the way
Ain't sure I loved you anyway
Go 'head, babe, I'ma live my life, my life,
rollin', rollin'
Hey keep rollin', rollin', rollin'
Hey keep rollin', rollin', rollin'
What you say?
I love you
My Impala sittin' on them two fours
I
bite too hard, I'ma say that shit
But don't bite me bitch, I don't play that shit
Marques Houston, I don't play that shit
By the time we got halfway
cll the time
cll the time in my mind hey
Please just love me back
I only sleep when I'm haunted in my mind hey
This happens all the time
I think
Where do I begin
I left my heart in the wind and it was beating up until you had me falling again
You're not by my side but always stuck in my mind
Is this mic on?
Hey, Hey! Hey-hey-hey! Turn the mic up, c'mon, c'mon
Is the mic on or not? I want the mic
We're bringing up nobody, nobody
Nobody
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