Lyrics:
You're Welcome! So Welcome! To Broadway U.S.A.!
You're Welcome! Yes Welcome! To Our Big Show Today!
We're Singers, Dancers, Entertainers On The Great
Whoa
How the fuck you out here goin' tit for tat? (Tit for tat)
I should've saw the signs, how could I miss that? (How could I miss that?)
Ayy,
Woo woo woo
It sound like church on a Sunday
Man it's Louder than the jets
On the run way
You know I love you and miss you
Think of you every day
pumpkin
Grip her neck while we be hunchin'
And she like when I talk country (who you is?)
Big speaker, yeah, big shit talker, ho
Have yo' cash
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
you, I never meant to hurt you
Even the stress'll work you, I miss your old perfume
Promise never curse you, I want you in my circle
Honey right by my
right now, I miss my boy rn, ET phone home now, I'm in the clouds rn I see U big mad now
Yeah I come from in the streets & these niggas try to play me,
have to leave here, but you did
You knew your purpose was bigger and you accepted it
And for that, I'll always thank you
I be acting tough, but I miss
ain't teach you how to get no money, these big homies bums
When they hear these rhymes I know that, they gone wanna sign me
Jordans on my feet, type
the city
Everything is fair when you're living in the city
Everything is fair when you're living in the city
Look at Miss Elaine, it was the fast lane
I've learned
Gotta practice what I'm preaching
It is a facet of worth
Prove by doing not by speaking
And when you have to observe
Go by facts and not by
It is what it is
It is what it is
You try compromisin', nope, they don't wanna talk
And they got them nuts that's off that Acapulco powdered chalk
make it
Got some brothers I miss that was taken ain't no alien Big Vo invasion
Ima grind till its lobster and steak I don't talk or relate with the fake
Two empty arms that miss you bad
Whatever brings you back
Whatever brings you back
If's it your momma pretend you're sitting in the kitchen
If
Fetti got her woozy
So the plug told me to cut the dose
If I miss you with the glick
I cut you if I get up close
Homie this a different lick
In two
you better play with ya hoe
Going crazy you know I'm the goat
From the streets now, I'm feeling like Hove
7 times I'm putting pressure on ya throat
Big
this by myself you know I brought my squad with me yuh
All of my diamonds got the big drip aye
Got a hunnid thous on my left wrist yeah
Balling like Ja
alone and all the people with the big hats on went home
So what you gon' do now, Goldie? Your bottom left you
It's up to me and you, Goldie, through
heart cracked when you told me I made yours do so
I can't live in the past so I can not regret but I can reminisce and miss the nights when it was us
sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will not stop and I won't retire
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
(I'm tha
kawhi Leonard, you ain't defensive
Attack at the rack, like big Shaq at the center ayeee
Attack at the rack, like big Shaq at the center ayeee
Attack
heard that the President was still alive
So I told my brother, I said, "Hey let's get on a train
And go to that Big House up there and see how
wood
Before I hit the road
I'm riding high
Bitch you can miss me with yo problems I don't give a fuck
You only get one life Imma live it up
A bunch
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