Lyrics:
grind
Till i take my last breath
Hit em wit da 30
Like steph
Drop a 40 on his azz
Like harden
Remember cold winters
Hot summers
I knew dey would think I
of town bitches, (Thirty-four)
help me put it down bitches (Thirty-five)
Hangin' 'round, give you pussy by the pound bitches (Thirty-six)
Them do-it
me for a ride
The girls are left behind
When forty women all spend time
With me and the boys
And they do, yeah the toys
Talk about it
Walk
smelled smoke
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
Buzzing
Been thinking about
Money all day
Tryna get it
24 ways
Ain't got time for no bitch
Don't give a fuck what they say
They wanna ride my wave
Steady
] Girl girl (x8)
[E-40]
I throw the yola in the pot, let it simmer and bathe
Add a little baking soda, make it foam like aftershave
I like to serve my
a couple views on the drawing board
Niggas can't diffuse the type of fuses they've been walking towards
Doves cry on 84th
You know it's about, yea yea
It's
to live this way, like every day is a holiday.
At the harvest time, when the work is done.
And I celebrate by worshiping the earth and the sun
We always
I stood in line and left my name
Took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
Said they'd let me know
I put in my
No one really know me
My feelings playing goalie
I like it being lonely
20 years and I'm stuck in time
Repeating the same old damn crime
Over and over
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
and out of focus)
Seen all, seen all, seen all summer
Seen all, seen all, seen all spring
But, I'm a submarine, submarine sinks below the ground.
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
Summer loving
How you only 21 talking 'bout a midlife crisis?
If I'm 24 now
Mean I gotta wife it
By 29
Get a good 16
When the hook comes
Nigga scream
the K clip
Niggas talk about me
They see me and never say shit
Keep them suckers dippin' and dodgin'
Like it's The Matrix
Heart full of hatred, show it
the real
Speak the real
It`s a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit
Girl it always seems about September
That's the time, again I remember the lights
And all the fun of those summer nights
Young and innocent
safe nigga
True, true
Nigga set a side, or nigga set sail
Finna' raise hell, this shit about time
I been putting in like overtime
Only overlooked cause
and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure
It was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice?
There's a song about Alice)
Alice came by
Summer time
Money on my mind
Imma flex
Flex like oh my God
Hit me up
Hit me on my line
And you know we getting lit when it be that summer time
Summer
in the club wanna follow us
It's Mr. Chevy Man, You hear my song playin'
And every time we in the club
We be spending grand's
First deny Tech then
about to happen
Made like 40 in the booth (Ay)
Made like 40 in the booth (Ay)
Made my mind go crazy
Asking album on the daily
Made like 40 in the booth
lime a squeeze
(Lime a squeeze)
Palm trees, sittin’ by the beach
(By the beach)
Dime piece on the side of me (Nah nah)
Reclinе it fourty-five degrees (Oh
It’s time for you
Who’s with me
We heading to the beach
Burning with the city
We about to start a siege
Back off
‘Cause you’ve crossed the line
Time’s
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