Lyrics:
be stuntin'
She movin' fast for them 20s
She choosin' up for them 50s
All my niggas throwing bills
I'm tryna see more than titties
I don't know her
the club juss swervin'
Hit the hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin'
Sat it on dem big 6's couldn't play games with dem 20's
That wet paint is
the same
Just spendin 20's and 10's at women pullin on my linen
and grinnin cause I was winnin in this game from the beginning
The lyrical skills was kinda
me
If you booing then you foolish, like the 20's and Gatsby
Connoisseur, steady wooshing past these doodoo's like track meets
Only sleep with one eye
My nigga I'm lit
Lit
Broke niggas make me sick
Throw up
Blowing the gas by the zip
Roll up
Gramin it OWT Imma flip
My nigga I'm lit
Lit
She thick
or Gomorrah
Which one are you the more of?
Chevy's sittin' on 30's and
20's on the Saurus fiendin' for that spot
The money bout to burn a hole in my pocket
So I
the price
Your body baby I got that on ice, now check it
How can he be so gold, still in his 20s
I picked my baby a rose, she gave me nothing
This world can
They say my shit too lyrical
They think I'm from New York
A student of the game
This rap shit been my favorite sport
I still got my vacuum seal
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
And the front of the Mazzi look like a fork don't it?
Let it breathe
I'm not no rat but Young Thugger be chasing cheese
I want the M's and I'm not talking
to fight for this
I feel motherfuckers they goin' say I'm wrong
I feel niggaz goin' get buck when they hear my song
I feel like puttin' 20's on up in my car
his bitch
Who showed you how to put
Gold D's on a Bentley?
The nigga that showed me
He from Eastside 20's
I'm the West Coast Don, the Compton phenom
(Juvenile)
Do you know what this ballin is, I'm talking bout marble floors
Tricks in private jets, hoes behind Rover doors
You talked about me bad
by the rules
Ah ah I ain't playing by the rules
Yeah I’m way above the law
Pocket rocket if you pocket watching
Yeah Young Migo Takeoff
I get wilding
I'm back on the road
I'm back on the road
I'm back on the road
I'm back on the road
I'm back on the road
I'm back on the road again
I'm back
shit my dad was 82
60 years apart
But felt we shared one heart
I spent my early 20s knowing you'd pass soon
Have you ever felt so lonely, that you
ain't your judge and jury but niggas a buy jewelry before
Investing in there own community
Rolling in there caddies on 20's 22's and 24's and its
chopped it down
For newer 20s and blades
As my day goes by
I wish I could close my eyes
And just expose myself to my past
But I suppose I can't change
that, the kick back
Freeze up like water
PA 1-5 nigga, like to stay high nigga
Hoes call me first class
Cause I stay fly nigga
I'm known to skate by nigga
on some chrome 20's
Choppin', collar poppin', platinum droppin'
Space Age 4 Eva means that we will not be stoppin' (Yea Yea)
Eightball, MJG, DJ Quik
way out my 20s and I still feel like a newbie
My pops he be like dammit you underrated you one of the greatest on this planet
Moma say I'm dipped in
I was seventeen, just getting started
Every weekend was a non-stop party
Chasing girls and cruising town
It was nightclubs all through my 20's
don't stop
Yo
Just in case y'all was lost
I'm the face in the Source
Long Cuban, white ice placed in the cross
Slow bros hate to see me race in
a sling, push me on stage
Style still linger in the air like Glade
Girls my early 20's I used to run trains
Chill I got next, go behind Dirt
Sometimes I
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