Lyrics:
Starin' at Marilyn Monroe's silhouette while smokin' my first cigarette
Listenin' to Marvin ask his father about his death
How you shoot a nigga
understands me
Baby, we can start a family
Life so fine and dandy
Don't fall for these bitches, ain't giving her nothing
Big dick she can feel in her stomach
i'm kickin' down my dough
So say hello to my new 44...
I'm a type of nigga...
That smokes mothafuckaz...
That smokes mothafuckaz...
I don't give a fuck
Jag e down for the ride
Jag e helt på mig själv
Mina boys by my side
Vie out of our minds
Vie helt överallt
E klar på scenen o nu står jag in
the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my
out what’s trending for Fall
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Valentino, “You know it ya’ll!”
Hopped to the register cleared out all their racks
Then I swiped my
feel so right in the
Every night I fall asleep
I dream about the lights big lights they calling me
Every night I prayed every night I was on my knees
big, got enormous (bags)
Still three deep on the tour bus (gang)
Race to the check, took a shortcut (ugh)
I got it, you hate it
No neighbors, my
shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin me by my motherfuckin hair! Let
go of my motherfuckin hair!
Hey just step the fuck
to the fullest extent
Yo, so here we go, imma bide my time and creep real slow
Y'know I lurk in shadows, gotta have patience for the inflow of info
Stocked up for
remember your light
It was streaming down
And burning out my eyes
If I were a big boy I wouldn't cry
But since I'm not a big boy
I'll have to close my eyes
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
The trouble is the nickname of my homie, psych
But fuck it I don't get it how to stop the time
It feel like that shit ain't passin but it's runnin by
(It's
sometimes I pop
Made me this beat cooking shit like a ock
Been in my mode bitch I'm always on lock
Big duffle bag
Brodie just put up a whole lot of racks
SBM
I went down to the county drug store
I fought with the county law
I went out with my little boy
And I told him I can't see you no more
The cows
mine
Surrounded by my angels and we all shine
Holy, holy, holy, holy key
And I'mma celebrate it for a long time
The drama couldn't break me, now it's
a L before and it ain't the last time
Every time I fall down I'm on my mother fuckin grind
Ima mother fuckin shine like a real big timer
Everybody
together and maybe for the better but
On the way down no tweaking now, b
Spit it in a timely fashion
This shit is my only passion
Right next to takin a big
told my niggas you know that this shit take a lil time
So kick back recline roll up the weed ease ya mind
It's a lot of suckers plottin on me to fall you
Bet these hoes ain't seen the last of me
Put a pussy boy inside my wood shit look like gas to me
Put her big body on a blimp and find her in
the high score
You better settle down 'cause you're not on my level now
The Pros is semi-circle, they can tell the world you get around
Some niggas
can't wait to touch it
Poolside got drank and we leaning now
Texaco chiefing smoke by the ounce
I 'po my drank in a Faygo cream soda
Big bro told me keep
but ian livin up to par,
Blinded by the light so its hard to see my star,
Almost lost it all,
Lost my dawg,
Lost my bitch, when i took the fall,
Ion
and this money my pillow
It's funny how when you down see none by your side
And snakes come out of hiding when you learn to fly
Let me down to let me die
But
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