Lyrics:
the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a time when such overt displays of wealth
Will not be tolerated by the people in the street.
In a sane society
a chopper price get this low
See I cop em' in Atlanta bring
Em' back to Alabama Avenue
And tell them niggas "come and
Get it let's go"
Fifty in the Mac take
raps
I don't one take, I don't "good enough"
I don't pump fake, but I'm putting up
Maybe run late, never runner up
Steady thumbing bank, get your numbers
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
(Tomorrows good, tonight is better oh oh)
Let's go!
There ain't no better time, I'm talking here and now, I'm talking here and now
Let's go!
Right now
top, I robbed and robbed mine
I'm drinking sangria and margarita by the leader
I lean, they wanna hate me, wanna come to see ya
But let's be clear, it's
It Was a good night in a broke down Bar
I had a good Time But didn't get to Far
I slap the Battery on my broke down car
And then I asked where you
ran, I jumped out the back window
But her daddy, he was waitin' with a two-by-four
Oh, he beat me to the left
He beat me to the right
Overwhelmed by joy and I can't hide it
Livin' it easy, easy livin' it all
Roll up a fat one, no one within a yard (yeah)
I'm with good friends and it's so
Morten Abel - Let the good times Roll
With all emotions the sun sank
I don't want to complicate my life
And the afternoon brings a vague moon
and I'mma
Hurt 'em every time I get up in the booth
Sipping on the liquor, 182 proof
Now they wanna say they should've never let me loose
Out of the cage,
Let me put sum by ya kidney.
Baby, I just wantcha soul.
I done poured a 4 all up in my henny
Now ain't no stopping let's go
I love when ya get that
UPPERCLASS TWIT OF THE YEAR
Cut to Upperclass Twit of the Year Sketch. The five competitors
run onto the pitch.
COMMENTATOR: (J.C.): Good afternoon
Ok
I forgot I had this one in the cut
It's ya boy
It's Sush E
Naw call me Sush e Polo
It's Sush E Baby
Ron E
Uh huh
Look
Let's get Sake by the glass
ran, I jumped out the back window
But her daddy, he was waitin' with a two-by-four
Oh, he beat me to the left
He beat me to the right
Let me gone head and pour that shot up
I ain't got no diamonds but Im shining bitch
Turn me up Im lit just like a fire stick
Roll me up a blunt and I
The Wolf is my son
Now it's time to make some noise
Success in me was given
I never had another choice
Navajo came from Mustangs
Now we in a Rolls Rolls
burning toll
Roll up now, roll it up another one,
And another fall through before.
Let's have a good good time tonight
It's a good good time
of mug
You stick and we fuck
I call you bed bug
Your kiss is a drug
They try to hurt you
I give them the glock
Tick-tick, time's a runner
Quick, like
the covers (Uh-uh)
Mothers, over them sides they're runners (Dash)
On the fields, tryna do it like gunners (Uh-uh)
A-Town where it all goes off (Uh)
Still
and I'mma
Hurt 'em every time I get up in the booth
Sipping on the liquor, 182 proof
Now they wanna say they should've never let me loose
Out of the cage,
gotta focus on my life
Let's not get serious and have a good time
It was 4am
We was outside the club
We was talking bout love
Potential 'us'
But I
have to give and go
I ain't playing with ya
I just thought I'd let you know
Great route runner
Imma have to Give and Go
If you gone ride with me
You
Produced by: mafia mula baby/4xL/Earworm
Skit Vocal by: PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded by: 马红尘 (025 Studio)
Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Stevv Tsui:
Wait (mafia mula
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