Lyrics:
Alabama for the city, New York City, yeah
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five
Alabama for the city, New York City, yeah
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five
on my fuckin' so I ride and I
Swerve, but we too clean fo da
Fuckin' street so I park on the kerb
[chorus x2]
[verse 2]
I got da chevey sittin' high, by
I got da chevey sittin' high, by matchin' corna' ties, Michael Jordans mounted up dats 23's
On da ride (jizzal man)
I got a man in da trunk, I
chevey sittin' high, by matchin'corna' ties, michael jordans mounted up dats 23's
On da ride(jizzal man) I got man in da trunk, I'm workin' da alpine,
niggas like Popeye
When I walk by my kicks pop eyes
I got the drums bitch no Popeyes
Eat competition like pot pies
Back in the days when I got high
Wonder you may bro, until your day go
Why I'm the one to drink you under the table
And all the ladies I will do in time
Once you become a member of my
a vintage when we on the highway
Balling every season we ain't playing 2K
Look even better in-person than 4K
Met her one time and I fucked her the next day
shooters
I made it, look ma', I made it
I grind so hard to get here I can't be faded
I got lawyers on the line, five different kinds
Five different
got that grip got that Satin on my low low and pistol on My hip
Got that drip got that grip got that Satin on my low low and pistol on My hip
Once I
collar cover the Cubans
She need pads like Ewing
I hope you know what you doin' (Look)
Some paid 4-5 serious
I come through, 4-5, serious
Slay got me Shade
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I
(time foo)
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's
mean that the shit that I say is make believe
If I want him dead I got the racks to pay the man
Shoot em so many times he do the Macarena dance
They
want a five-star bitch)
Gotti, here go twelve bars, Gucci Mane got nine cars
We don't call 'em dimes no more, '09 we call 'em five stars
I
And the lorry ran over the sandals, begob
I was hungry and thirsty and felt a bit down
I went in for a little libation
I'd five pints of porter
Three Jimmies for
Sixty-two-oh-five
Seventeen years alive (seventeen)
Chasing Father Time
Future's looking kinda high (way up)
My life passin' by
I been watching from
the moment becomes a picture
In those last five seconds where you wish time pass a little bit quicker
Got charged
With manslaughter
Gang affiliation
Drug
got a big ole butt (uh-huh)
So I'm leavin you (that's right)
[Lil' Cease]
Yo, I went to Justin's for some shrimp and steak
Around the time that this
Showtime
Let's go
I'm ready, I'm ready
You ready?
Let's go
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 times on you niggas, I stunt
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8,
win
Boo-hoo, someone grab the violins
Every time I try a ting, top bins like Haile when he sings
So of course they don't like me, I'm the king
on sheets of satin
That's what time it is, you know what's happenin'
She had a big ole booty, I was doin' my duty
I mean, yo, I admit that my girl's
on sheets of satin
That's what time it is, you know what's happenin'
She had a big ole booty, I was doin' my duty
I mean, yo, I admit that my girl's
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