Lyrics:
birthday suit
Last but not least, drive inside a farm or couch
Chillin by the barn and dump her where the heffers squirt their poop
You got it?
Holy
by the tricks and jawns, pimps and cons
Born and raised in Oakland, several miles man from [?]
Ooh, man this shit we on, get blown to oblivion
knockin' out hoes like Hatton
'Til he gets locked by the feds with a gun and starts squealin' before he's been hit with a baton
I made happen what no one
poppin'
I kick the shit that niggas love when they hot boxin'
Right when you was 'bout to retire from listenin' rap music
I reversered and turned you
and a band?.but no savings account. I couldn't ask my parents for money?it wasn't an emergency. My roommate told me to go to this certain rent-to-own company. Its
and he sang damn
Who can I trust when I chose not to bust
Stupid bitch it ain't love it's all lust
You must be crazy thinking you could faze me
Get your
your love life/
Stun like blunt strikes from a swung pipe someone was hiding from sight/
And exceed speeds of fire in gunfights.
V3 (16)
And you
on the mount
You can hate me now, but you'll write with your left hand like Steve Stoute
Shut your mouth
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Yo, hey Detroit! Show me some love
gotta get my money right
I'm here one day flyin' out the next night
you-P-S flight I'm only tryna live the best life
I rip rhyms who funess right hopin
and he sang damn
Who can I trust when I chose not to bust
Stupid bitch it ain't love it's all lust
You must be crazy thinking you could faze me
Get your
Hey, I know the best thing we could do is stay above it
Ha ha, you must hate the troop as much as I love it!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Yo I'm bringin'
it easy
Play wit my check and you gon get a 3 piece
I spin it back no repeat drop that
I'm getting money nigga where yo stash at
We gonna mug like
a whole 20 bags in my pendant
I get money, don't mean to offend them
Diamonds dancing, too much attention
Any weak friendships, just end them
If I get
knew I'd be here by the
Time I turned thirteen (yeah, ha)
Big bro put me on the ropes
Show a young nigga how this shit go
And it’s still free Bugg, you
been thriving in this environment
Provided by you to me, it's so beautiful
Explorin' every inch of your body
Down to your cuticle waste your life away
first
In the flames with cocaine
What a wonderful bitch I made
Man that nigga can't front
I love them acolaydes
The dope money from the out lookin in
They
anybody
If not the tabloids I’m dodging hoes in the lobby
I just be pulling up on these shows and get the money
Flight mode whenever we in private
Can’t be
bet you could tell by this Rick Owens tactical gear
Yeah, I got remarkable range
Midas put fingers to fangs, and also to mains, so only the molars
to relatives, I had to start from the basics
Just don't take it over God, that's when you makin' those statements
Know we live by the code, rock the finest
(TraviS)
Man its Onto the next if this swiss dont beat
Tell me what you want
Man i need more dough money
Russian to the bank like its WW3
I
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