Lyrics:
a drink, clink, found the bud light
Bad bitches like me, is hard to come by
The patron own, let's go get it on
The zone own, yes, I'm in the zone
Is it
and let go
I'm from the N.O. better check the death toll
You was playin' Casanova
Cookin' bitches casserole
I was on the ave with O's, me and red
Jordans like I'm J.R Smith
Cross Jordan hit a jumper on my A.I shit
I ain't fucking with a bitch she can pay my rent
Ray Allen like I'm Jesus that's all net
matsogo
They know it's reezy ray in it
Ke saka le yena fede re saka le yona
Straight from the Ghetto rolling to Soweto
She like hang on and let go
You say
(Romano)
(OG Parker)
Sippin' all this drank make it hard for me to think
Diamonds on my chain just to cover up this pain (yeah)
If I ain't have
did that now I'm tryna get me some real estate
I'm tryna get me some real estate money don't mean shit it just comes and go
Gotta get me some property
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
fucking job wit ya
He ain't talking cream I can see it's Ray Charles to ya
When ya whip the lambo, take the Top wit ya
Oh, take the Top wit ya
Ohhh, take
(let's go)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey)
Walk it like I
me sober
I walked the cross barefoot down to the bible belt
I lost all the heart i had and ended up all by myself
Let em know i never meant to be this
me straight
I can't live without her I fuck her everyday
Shawty stayed by my side when I started grindin'
She da main reason why a nigga shinin'
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
Me and my buddy got us a wild hare
And figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet
We had a little bit of money
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
And figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my rag top Chevrolet
We had a little bit of money
Damn
Ms.Parker finer then a motherfucker
Damn
I knocked the dust off that pussy
Hi Ms. Parker
Hi Boys
When you gonna let me fuck Ms. Parker
Where it
to the money I be having itchy palms
And it's Palm spring
Bout to take your girl with me go to Palm Beach
Take her to the telly then she start to palm me, cuz
the Smith and
[Chorus]
D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people
I'm a let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie
It's sure
compromise
Saying God is tops yo props go to pops thou
He brought me up in church through a legacy of gospel
Surrounded by a course of saints that came before
out like that
Them muhfucka was hard as a bitch
Ya heard me? Hard as a bitch, ayy
You knowin' I'm hard as a bitch (On God)
Let's go, ayy
I switch it
the Tre
I'm gettin' money, I'm stuck in my ways
Bitch, you ain't me 'cause I gotta get paid
Niggas be talkin', got shooters like Ray
Slide in
better run
Go get the word out and tell everyone
I can’t deny it, I’m a Chi rider
You don’t want to fuck with me
I feel like the one
They feel they can
what I manifest
God just been putting my squad fo the test
Happiness bliss when you living depressed
I told my niggas let’s break it
Divine state of mind
They wanna fight (they wanna fight)
I'm just gon' let 'em hate (I'm just gon' let 'em hate)
I gotta go high (gotta go high)
I gotta elevate (I gotta
Hit that light for me, let me roll this stick
(Beezo need cash only, ya dig?)
(OG Parker)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Uh, hmm
Let's do
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