Lyrics:
done got bodied
A lot of niggas done got robbed and shit
You know what I mean? We love a lot of things in the hood
But time goes on, and if we don't
a drought like a fucking desert
Now I ball for the green like a Boston Celtic
I'm an old school gangsta like Willie Nelson
You an old school dike like Missy
Willie's tube ooo
Now picture us on a limo bus
With a lot of girls and a little lust
Or a couple guys like I ain't shy
Or we can keep it simple with that eye
thing Can I have a
little something to say right here
"Oh yeah go ahead baby"
I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw
I'm the M to the L
thing Can I have a
little something to say right here
"Oh yeah go ahead baby"
I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw
I'm the M to the L
Beat a Willie Nelson of the new generation
A risin legacy shoutin across every nation
I need a passport luggage and a new Rolls Royce
50 Billion but I
nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
We all do these things, right
And you know sometimes, I'm just, I'm curious about what it all really means, you know
Yea, look
Every thing I do
Yo, I
(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
beltin'
Solo staying burning more than Willie Nelson
They gon need a big favor
Prolly cuz they know I'm a risk-taker
Remember when I didn't even have
And creating investment
It hasn't been like a giant one-off thing
My personal wealth has not been generated by
One a big year It just sort
Of stacks up little
their hands in the air
Up and down like hell, yeah
So fresh, so clean, so shiny, on a beam
Girl, you're so mean, why you're doin' a damn thing
Any
together, that's what I'm talkin'
[Chorus:]
So fresh, so clean, so shiny, on a beam
Girl, you're so mean, why you're doin? a damn thing
Any more room
what the Lord had granted
Had me covered but I acted like that never happened
Blinded by the things that's visible to me
Bet you can't believe it took
their hands in the air
Up and down like hell, yeah
So fresh, so clean, so shiny, on a beam
Girl, you're so mean, why you're doin' a damn thing
Any
She putting her mouth on everybody dick
Hey yo Jackie, finest little thing in 12th grade
Jazzy haircut, Anita Baker fade
But I couldn't get
[Chorus]
So fresh, so clean, so shiny, on a beam
Girl, you're so mean, why you're doin' a damn thing
Any more room for me in those jeans
Uh-huh, uh-huh
hell, yeah
So fresh, so clean, so shiny, on a beam
Girl, you're so mean, why you're doin' a damn thing
Any more room for me in those jeans
Uh-huh, uh-huh
left now I can go
Through these awesome little two-week
Things where – well
Not anymore because I don't have time to
– but when I didn't have to do shit
The atoms that are jiggling a
Lot in the hot thing
Shake the ones that are jiggling
Only a little bit, in the cold
Thing, so that the heat we say
Goes into
and take it sip by sip
A little lime and a lot of tequila
Still buzzing off the nice to meet ya
Honestly, I'd like to see how this thing plays out
the wing is off
Doesn’t need a lot of things just a little love
Hop up and jump on the clouds
See how he bouncing
Speaks what he sees to the crowd
Watch he
Smoke-A-Lot popular on the lock
For flippin' birds like Nadia
Mafia, Rap-A-Lot Mafia
[Willie D]
My Nigga, my Nigga
I'm here to say to
You try to tell it
Can
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