Lyrics:
we go to the wrasslin' matches and let off
a little steam?"
Now I'd never seen the matches before
And by the time we reached that arena door,
Big body bills
They talking to me
She walk by the money
She walk on a leash
The way I spread stacks
It is a disease
Cause I got these bills bills
a sweaty forehead like a fatty
Still wants to be a hot head like Ratty
Go on then, draw for the gatty, go on then
Yeah, I will torture Skepta like
I play
I prolly fuck more bitches from
St louis than you did!
I still remember when Bill
Collector knot grew big
But fuck ya little brother bitch
If I get
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
backbone
I get swept in the pressure cooker tryin' to paddle back home
I get sprung with a vibe and alliance of clean intention
By eclipsing doom midigons
bartended
Yo I go hard wit it, spitting poison
I'm arsenic
You could get punished you could get
It if you want it
Your stomach I'll carve into it
Then poke it
go home!" is an order, so you must use the ...?
(lifts Brian by his hairs)
B: The ... imperative.
C: Which is?
B: Ahm, oh, oh, "I", "I"!
C: How many
tee, slide
My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps
That's three muscles recertified
I'm right, niggas be watching, they don't want these problems
You namin' who?
I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew
Big Boi, they the phat sacks
She pretty D, all they same, boo
But I'm backed by
So that's it, I got out of bed and took a bath
And got ready to go to the studio
And I got Kevin's reply by email
I called him up and asked if he
Where you go (uh), remember me
I'm the best thing in his story
Why you all in my grill?
Why? Why? Ooh-why?
Can you pay my bills
Can you pay my
Where you go (uh), remember me
I'm the best thing in his story
Why you all in my grill?
Why? Why? Ooh-why?
Can you pay my bills
Can you pay my
real gyalist and fucking gangster
Drive by inna the mitsubishi lancer
Me two daughters affi feed plus
Mommy want a crib haffi build a legacy
Ratatouille
down
Feelin' these all in your background
I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka
Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka
I don't want
Big cake (guala) , big grape (Fizzle)
Flew up out to Cali with the grapes
Go and kick dubs with my locs
They see me on game, I don't want it
Grape
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
a new home
I don't want to miss any call
My mama a new home
Don't want to miss any call
Uh I made a big deal (big deal)
Look at my (ice) big bill
Uh I
And I dreamed about the girl who's been waitin' for so long
I want to go home
I want to go home
Oh, how I want to go home
Home folks think I'm big
when am counting that milli
Bring more heny
Add some belly
Bills on me am the big young daddy
I be big boy is not by bears or weight
Hope your account
oh
Fort worth texas is my home
Yea yea yea yea yea
I want my own crib
With a big backyard
Feed the fishes to the sharks
My house a landmark
I want my
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