Lyrics:
nothing back
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
When the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that 4 dot 6
Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!
And my man Ep Rock
X, kick the flavor for me on this one
'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a, sec
Wild, New
we grow up
Nuff man ah dead another soul cut
Dem roll pon your block and have it load up
Hang it out a truck and make the four bus
They just see our
Wind up lock n load like Gun Jack
Dark greeting to yo head now yo health bar wack
Took time off now it’s return of the Mack
Rhymes sharp and still
Drip is in sicko mode
One, two, three that's how the opps click
Four, five load up the chopsticks
Six, seven a bih better pray they go to heaven
Eight,
in the hummers
Cause I know them boys be some chiefing last summer
Buffet fire is my drink, and I drinks it daily
So I buys it by the truck load, so I
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
150 wildin' (uh huh)
Headin' out to City Island
I see this shorty with the pretty smile and (uh huh)
Pushing a Prelude 'Hey you', diamond stud up in
gotta be smart
Just get your money striaght
And. Invest where it's smart
Invest in some bitcoin
And load up your site unicc
A doctor a lawyer
A trap star
chill hoes leave em in all up em in da dust
And I’ve been prayin for the time she notice a stud
F a thug, I’m spittin for times she shoulda won.
Being
Italian elegance (yeah)
My presence makes the Taliban belly-dance (hah)
Suits are tailor-made, we cut throats, razorblades
Lamborghini stud, aerodynamics
the whole team just sitting in silence
Game winning shot you think I rap mid nd I'm thinking Derozan by the line and stop me how
Had that you can't stop
to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are screaming, hot
by my homie but I (Can't make it)
If it was non-existent I would die (Stay with me)
I don't want to ever let it go (A quickie)
Beat it down like I'm
Wicked, wicked production you know how it go man
Y'all listen to music by Harry Fraud man
0'12 man. New 'tings
Bronson man
Big boss Bronson man
always totin' with the fuckin' heat
I'ma say this shit again, never drop your fuckin' low
I'ma pull up with the fuckin' 4x4
Thought y'all standin' all up
of single studs one by ten
A purple chassis
Six wheels and a feather hat
Six tyres
Two big
Four smaller ones
A few connectors
A face and legs
Twelve pieces
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
Load the 4-4 up
I'm the reason the price of raw go up
Jump outta of the lambo, and the doors go up
Hit you and your ho up
From the torso up
Leave
Yea
Irv Gotti
Yea
Murder Inc.
Uh, Yea, Uh
Run'em down nigga
Load the 4-4 up
I'm the reason the price of raw go up
Jump outta of the Lambo,
like Bone Thug rolls
Little Lay gon' keep on kickin' in doors
[Chorus: x4]
My stuff is in motion, lock and load
Nigga better tell 'em 'bout
My Ireland, you are the National Stud
My Ireland you are
Four Green Fields and a clover
Transgender
Other
Othered
He
She
Non-defined
Unexplained
Yet
What I read in the was reality
Hell created by students of bestiality
If this is the human race we're all sick
Torture an animal, you think you're
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
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