Lyrics:
blow up
If wisdom came with age, I’d have to be a lot older
Moment of clarity, like after Prhyme got sober
When you gonna be a star
When you gonna make
while I'm at the stu just sitting impatient
But I can't get hurt by her no mo my heart too damn vacant
N she's too stone cold I don't want her love I'll
outlandish
Blow your face out, and shake out the dandruff
The jakes won't make out the handprints
I'm as real as it gets, with the steel and the clips
Buck
at your kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is only Deserts
If I talk it's gonna be reckless, I'm
learnt it from Biggie, yo
And got the chicks
That's why the shit rolled off one video
And I'mma go platinum off number two
And I'm gonna drop another album
the piddy peddy, I'm Friddie Freddie
Place your bet on a vet, the three man threat
What you see is what you get
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna
New cooling kit, New freaky bitch
Sipping on wock while I'm gripping the stick
Fear Of God leather with Rick Owen kicks
Kick that bitch out if she
gonna hate
Ima come through bouncin on my scrap plate
Yeeea yeeee
I'm gonna smoke some fuckin blunts
Pop the fuckin trunk, the neon lights gonna come
feeling nice partying til’ the morning
And I don’t know where I’m going but where the wind blow I’m flowing
Where the wind blow I move
Where the wind blow I
tote Gen4s
Play, he get stepped on in Rick Owens (think I'm playin'?)
I got that shit on, man, I got blood on my laces
Forgot I'm rich and famous
a damn
I'm about to spend like I don't give a damn
Bout to blow the rent like I don't give a damn
Throw your ass to the wall like I don't give a damn
Bout
you gonna jack em all even if they ain't alone? (You know I will!) If they act like a bitch, I'm gonna treat em like a bitch! If they act like a bitch,
Written by D. Frazier and A. Owens
The honey bees are gonna be hummin'
Guitar strings are gonna be strummin'
When I'm back in my baby's arms again
a heads up
Me and my brothers finna blow we on the come up
Steady stuffing my pockets
Bitch nigga mad cause I'm a topic (Uh)
Boy stay hella mad man I'll
got your attention lil bitch
No question
I'm gonna start by killing this beat bitch
I'm gonna keep squeezing
cnd leave it to cease breathing
I gotta
platinum, seen it on them tarots before
So I know how it is all gonna go down
Gotta go more uptown, more in the cloud
'Cause didn't ya know by now, I'm
I said everybody sees Terrorists wanna blow somebody else so I give them his Hair, but I'm gonna ride, but who the hell's skin I'm a fucking post
Slide around with it tucked
Man tell me wassssup
I came to fuck it up
Feel it deep in my gut
That I'm gonna blow up
Need it all every buck
Need it before
the piddy peddy, I'm Friddie Freddie
Place your bet on a vet, the three man threat
What you see is what you get
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna
I hate driving while I'm high, it's just not my speed
We won't do drive-bys in the night, it's just not our speed
We was down bad by like 5, then we
to myself
All by myself man
Fuck my friends I
Really hate nights like this
Cause nights like this
Feel like they're never gonna end
When's it gonna end
When's
Well, if you're ever in Austin, Texas
A little run down on your sole
I'm gonna tell you the name of a man to see
I'm gonna tell you right where to go
motherfucker push
I'm affiliated wit more terrorists then g bush BITCH!
Verse 2
(Juicy J)
We got them niggaz gettin wild gettin buck
Havin fits
Hand
and where we gonna go
So fast the wind will blow dry your afro
Get out the fast lane, I said you're moving too slow
On your marks, get set, ready, go
What
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