Lyrics:
All I do is shots shots shots, I don't use no cup or no mixer
I rock all my clothes like a hipster
And I rock them shades like a G
That girl be
fiascos over a loop by P.E
If it's an I instead of we believing TV
Spitting riches, bitches, and this new thing about snitches
Watch them asses move
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
who's walking on a wire
Balanced in the air conditioned
Breeze that blows the wind chimes tells me that
I know a woman with whom I conspire
Lawlessness
a view of the fishes
You could get used to this feeling
We living life in your youth full of riches
While real treasure pass you by
But that's okay you
wannabees down, with some H20
As I go blow to blow, toe to toe, flow for flow
(Any has PMD?) Hell no!
I'm blowin rappers off course, like the S.S. Minnow
lyrics sold, then truth be told
I'd probably be just as rich and famous as Jay-Z
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I do
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
The cold air's clouded by the way I'm breathing
(The city, New York city)
Oh walking through Manhattan
Dressed up so beautiful
I see the city from
feat. Nas, Xzibit
[Devin the Dude]
I'm kind of familiar...with this game
And man I can feel ya
Some try to get by, I get high
Well fuck it I stay
of the hurricane
I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
of the hurricane
I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
of the hurricane
I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
I want to scream but in my lungs there is no air
I want to shout, but I feel something I can't bear
I've never been like that, it feels like burning
anya)
Gat 2 milli on the Floor
3, 4 milli in the Dome
Might just get whipped by the Porsche
We ain't playing no more
I get money by the minute
I blow time
Summer was the best
A life of peace before this mess
Bumble bees and smoke free air
Living life without a care
We promised that we’d have each
all that air was gone
I still had myself
I had that discipline
When all else fails no matter what I try
I've got to get by
I've got that discipline
When
And the leaves shed from their trees
Like a feather, perfect weather for the beach
That's where I'll be
Oh I, oh I, oh I
Wait by the ocean
Wait 'till it's frozen
Ok, that boy up in a wood
And now he up in the air
Nowadays I just roll by
And they all stop and they stare
Heard that talking when I dipped
Who
spring in his step and I'm step-in like Air Jordan
In the air soaring
I've been off the grown so long it ain't even my territory
I follow the God with
them by the pairs
Yeah we known to keep them blickies not shooting in no air
Hella bags got different flavors coming through the mail
Couple cases stay
breath and watched while she carried your fucking seed
You smacked the crown from off my head and I fell to my knees
You had me feeling like the air you
the first time I can breathe the air like never before
Embraced by the robe of another weeping night
I count my final hours
I'm the autumn king
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