Lyrics:
at the party spot
Now he drunk in the parking lot
I say the same old song to the same old plot
When another man he wanna take my spot
We good thats why he not
crummy man
We got to get this money man
(New houses), {got, got to get it}
(Real figures by the thousands), {got, got to get it}
(Big stacks for
takin the world by chance
Only got one life to live, so I create, make, then give
Keep it active rollin massive intelligent
As the days went blood stains
longer takin the world by chance
Only got one life to live, so I create, make, then give
Keep it active rollin massive intelligent
As the days went
Right up in hurr, is the sweet spot
Stay right up in hurr, and don't bend wit da pre'sure
Is that what it is? The cake will do
Uhh, uhh uhh,
on me once
She won't cheat on me twice
Got my gun it's a lit night
One in the head it's on sight
Made home by mid night
Reminiscing on the times yea
it I kill it)
I'm winnin' I'm winnin' oh (Man all of these niggas they learn from me) I got it
You catch my rock, rolling down Loners Boulevard
You've got dreams, keep on dreaming
High school teen, never got accepted
Guess it didn't get
it, tough crowd, long day
Can't please everybody, can't trust anybody
This game wasn't ready for me
Still got some readies for me
It's cool, man
(Grahh)
Either you on it or you’re not
'Cause this life ain’t for the faint hearted
(Nah) or the half hearted (Nah)
How many man are just departed?
Man ah
shared (Wee woo, wee woo)
Did you think it was a good thing
That a minor got your meat sent (Yessir)
Man I thought that you were decent
Before acting all
call it quits (go on then, go on)
We ain't watchin' no Screwface, dem man are two-faced
Definitely ain't with the shits (greaze)
And my SK's fresher
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with
to change the topic
Don't care how you feel hoe
Cause I keep it real though
It ain't gonna hurt to kick it by myself, no steel toe
Know she damaged goods
on the concrete in the moonlight
Powerful supply got that powder from the sky
I could always get it where you want it by tonight
Love the fluffy but I take it
the cordless to call Miss
I insist to get with this
Tan Tone answer the phone, "Hello, who this?" (chick)
"It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady"
"Fine and how
mans face now he look like a clown
He got shaved, he got bun, Guess he lost sum calories
(haha, yo fuck dat)
Spot that, who's that, ching that, ying
happened next
Another bitch came by to give me sex
It was kind of strange I was thrown off
The last bitch got her head blown off
But fuck I ain'tsta
the team around, that ain't lonely
You don't want it with man like me cuh
It gets deeper
I got more of them bars for a speaker, fam I'm a leader
I got
scratched
In fact, now that I think, back, I was gettin macked
by a tender, oh yeah now I remember
Vanessa from Maryland, aggressive and tanned
It was
mute
Got no spots on my stripped suits
Getting money how we like to
You searching for likes on the gram God
You can't be me, you fit only be Timmy
You
people
Man, how the good guys become mad evil?
A new twist to old news, like a bad sequel
Maybe it's time for me to open up the Cathedral?
I'm just
eye I can spot me a faker
It's the same old game baby
Just new haters
Nigga I'm still in the making
Can't meet my maker
Every day go by I get greater
bitch right here on the spot, bare
'til she passes out and she
Forgot how she got there
(Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie
Kids?)
No but I seen
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