Lyrics:
gotta, I gotta
Mario C, ya he's paid the bills
Mike D, y'all, you know I pay the bills
And AdRock, yeah, let's pay the bills
Standing On Two Feet, Even After This Tragic Loss)
(Man, But I Got Something To Else To Tell Ya Baby)
[Rap:]
I Remember Them Encore Pms, Breakfast
the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
They call this hip hop
[B.O.B.:]
It's the game that pays me
But somehow lately the game's been crazy
Ya I'm an 80's baby
wants a piece of me
Just came back from linking Nitz, now I'm taking pics at meet and greets
Hit the road at 8am by 12pm that's 101
Now i gotta go link
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
the outlook
Army how are you this hype to see me
He said fuck a case if i go in imma come out like Gucci
I said do you need a character witness you should use
phone
I could hear it in her voice, know she just wasn't alone
Then a voice I didn't recognize
Said, "If you wanna' see your wife alive bring a million
lying to pop
I'm just dying to win
Live or die by the shot
Every PM, I hit the La and live in yo DMs
Tryna make you my wife
Gotta make you my BM
I'm tryna
'm feeling you
My lil ting, k-k-know that I'm feeling you
I could see us in the cut just relaxing
Posted up at ya crib, strapped with popeyes at 1pm watching
you all my life I don't know your name
(The name's European Bob Sordid, anyway)
We'll have a dance now see ya later
Pleased to meet ya - likewise,
'm Sponge Bob daily making burgers
Put the money in the case like there's been a murder
Feeling like I’m going rogue ya I pull up in the ghost
Feeling like
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both
been
I say ca va bien
Your chick really playful she sliding my DM today
she go first coup on my PM when she comes by 10pm
For breath taking fast taken
'll prolly never see the Opry, if I did I'd laugh
I'd probably break some long necks then go out like Cash
They put me in the prison trade, see ya in San
for you AM or PM
See the water taking trips for no reason
Times where them bitches hating we don't see them
You say it's love then it's love we don't
but ball like Melo
I'm stayin' below, don't see a light, but I hear an echo
Hold my dick 'cause I'm 'bout to go in
Oh sorry that's ya bitch, I was eager
grains
And it's a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors
When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
Yarr...
Well, Mountie Bob he chased me, he
secret
Cause I see it on ya face yeah ya full of regret
Let me be the one to tell ya for the thousandth time
No more applications for continuations, they
dutty tin ya do
Please bath regularly
Just tryin fi remember one tin
Wey mi see one day
Wen mi stand pon di lower ground
cnd mi see two people standing
Bill ain't a sucka
Part one tripped y'all out part two is a motherfucker
Gimme some bob and I'll start by killing me
I'm dead so pass the bob G
guard ya grill
'cause where ya goin you gotta watch your back
Judge, god damn another nigga didn't make it back (Mr.C)
My lil brother Kevin Miller rest
ayy, I'm ballin' (haha, ha, haha)
Tryna get that lotto rich
Goin' hard, I can never do it moderate (see ya)
When I pull up to the addy, bet it's goin'
Hit me at 2pm
I'm active livest hour of my day
I can't be ridin round wit yay can't bring that joy to FDA
They wanna see me under
I'm just tryna stay
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