Lyrics:
just alleviate your clothes
Time to fly up out it catch you at a club
You get me fiendin body talkin' shit to me
But I can't comprehend the meanin'
Time
want it all
Some people ain't livin life right
But fast money make God call
I'm prayin to the angels, but worship the devils
Yeah a nigga rich but I'm
big meals
Got my money up by myself, fuck a big deal
All these shawties wan' fuck now that I'm up, I'm a big deal
We some rockstars livin', we do all
Gang-banged by your manager, fella
Gettin' money out your ass, like a motherfuckin' Ready Teller
Givin' up the dollar bills
Now they got the Villain with
' and workin'
I'm taking what they're giving 'cause I'm workin' for a livin'
Hey I'm not complainin' 'cause I really need the work
Hittin' up my buddy's got me
is growing by the moment
If there's a computer in your house, I'm on it
Livin' life and loving everything
Welcome to my fairy tale dream
Living my
know that I'm livin' like I got it okay, yeah
But I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah
Over here, over here
Over here, over here
Over
Berner what up nigga
It's that Urban Farmer shit
It's that drivin' slow in a fast car
Burnin' weed
A zip underneath the seat
Uh
I'm, drinkin'
lit take a hit and it's on
How do I survive each day
Livin' ghetto life
Twist me up a fat ass J
And livin' indo high
How do I survive each day
take a hit and it's on
How do I survive each day
Livin' ghetto life
Twist me up a fat ass J
And livin' indo high
How do I survive each day
Gave my back to my team
She ain't playin' games, threw her back up on me
Givin' kisses by your neck
Shawty lookin' bad
So she gotta throw it back
I be
kinda like Spauldin and Rawlin'
On the road to riches never stallin'
Got yo' girl all up all on my nuts
But she do it with joy, no almonds, uh
Livin
"Gangster Rap has become incredibly popular and profitable
By selling lyrics about black-on-black violence"
"It's not actually a form of music"
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
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the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
they wanna build
Really ya’ll should fuckin' stop it
Cause i’m not appealed
I wouldn't give you fuckin' bitches half a dollar bill
So if it’s off with
How ya gon' live on half
The rents to high
Can't get by
I just need more cash
The baby's new
Bills are due
I just spent my last
My jobs a joke
Car
& Wheezy
Movin' on up, niggas use to tease me
See me on top
It makes you queasy.
Sick with it
Bitch, I'm Bruce Lee
Seduce me
You're nice and juicy
In
used to sling crack now I lay back and just play tracks
Make a haystack to get my fam better livin' and never givin' up
You can tell by this letter
life is full of livin' when
Love is what you givin'
We gon' live it up, this is my jam
Jam on the party all night 'cause I can
We gon' go stupid, drink
This earth is like money yeah it came but it go
When He came and found me I was beaten, I was broke
But He came and picked me up and took me high as I
Hi life
We livin' that hi life
Hi life (Hi life)
We livin' that hi life
I'm tired of livin' fucked up,
Tired of livin' bad,
Tired of hearin'
cheese)
We keep it ghetto like a nigga shootin dice on his knees
Get your money first rule number one, hello
Livin it up is livin life in the ghetto
I
yours for the takin', my nigga
You can have it all
Just remember, always get back up
After you take your fall
Cause I'm behind on my bills
Common as can
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