Lyrics:
the club, at the Shark Bar
Valet my keys, and park my car
No snap shots, 'cuz I might get popped
As I slide by security, givin' 'em props
First thing I
(Quaranta)
We doin' this even without a record deal
Half the shit I say can't be understood by executives
I'm from that crack rock, pawn your
so I'm wishin' you well
I'm back, grindin' hot and tuck in yo' tail
I'm back, soon as I hit da crowd gon' yell
I'm back, hotter than a nigga in hell
Ridin' solo in this front seat
Bursting at the seams, woah
Driven by desire
Hometown hero haunts the mainstream
Dreaming desperate dreams
Woah,
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Put your seat back
Lean back
Go head and light it for me
Relax I need that
You know you got it
Put
I seen her in the subway, on my way to Brooklyn
Hello, good looking, is this seat tooken
On the A-train, picking at her brain
I couldn't get her
ignore the game hardly.
Mentored by game changers with points on the scoreboard, and change under floors,
My capacity to ignore the rhapsody, was so
heat? one deep, leave him behind, front seat
[redman] aiyyo, one [meth] two [red] three [meth] four
[red] five [meth] six [red] seven
Blaze the hot
too
So go on and tell me what is it you gonna do about me?
'Cause I can promise you, I know what I'ma do about you
(Do it)
You want a hot one
Ima get you drunk by the way
I'ma get you high as a plane take a ride round my way
Pull the seat back look straight
Hope you gotta tongue like an AK
knows the Radice students rode in the back the lone single space seat being reserved for royalty
By the time the bus would arrive at Corbett all
you use the day of your death before he turn the oven on to cremate you / by the end of this I bet you wish you never wake up / was told the Grim Reaper
the window
Homie said "Derek come race me and I bet I will win tho"
Put me on the hot seat
But s**t I'm on a hot streak
That was my excuse to go and get
them wrong takeover in the hot seat
Reaching the pinnacle keep no hating people around me
They really think I'm a burn out
But it's lighting a fire I'm
you take me home
I'm saying you never know what the nights got in store
Cause tonight I'm stepping up I'm lighting up I'm rhyming hot to the top I'm in
Fifty-shot while I'm recordin'
Pussy you know you ain't like that
You know you cap
You prolly gettin' extorted
I gotta bad redbone
In the back seat
bubbles
Sliding with that heat on the seat, and we gone clear it out
Do the dash you know I'm on E, so ima change the route
Pauperize, we don't do photos
the club, at the Shark Bar
Valet my keys, and park my car
No snap shots, 'cuz I might get popped
As I slide by security, givin' 'em props
First thing I
spray painted black
With fake leather seats from Warren's
Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes
On a hot desert night it is still
Though
"by the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
And in a fancy car with a private bar and a personal valet
There was a bunch of cold eyed men sittin' at a poker table
Bettin' hot stakes all around
you want me)
Feet on dash, dirt road like this shit country
Up in the coupe, got lil’ shawty in the front seat (Got lil’ shawty in the front seat)
Trash
hold MotherFuckas
You dont know MotherFuckas
I dont owe MotherFuckas
Look
I never gonna answer
Just thought I give a heads up
I hit her with the hot
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