Lyrics:
we do you cant tell em what go on
She aint got no panties just VLONE yeah
Hate when they love for designer
Real is rare
You gotta know how to find em
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
tell 'em naw
Cause I got to get money up in my anatomy
Naturally, and I gotta be gradually happy to holla
At somebody when they speak and they might
on the run evils deeds yeah I'm the one
I hit the back job got the front golden eye a golden gun
You said you really want the clout charge em up and get him
to do I'ma let 'em call
My white boy sling the rock he look like Jared Goff
I ain't by myself you know I do it by committee
Hammer on the side when I be
to what they say
Imma see you in a minute son
Haters on me tell em give it up
You ain't listen to what I be spitting cuz
My team we got heavy hitters
to the suite and tell 'em to fall through (threw)
And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too
I know Bun did had been fun wit them freaks, yeah (yeaaaaa)
Do it
to the suite and tell 'em to fall through (threw)
And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too
I know Bun did had been fun wit them freaks, yeah (yeaaaaa)
Do it
nigga Slim Thug they mean what they do
Say the black one a slut but the red would cut too (too)
Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall through
I just get into the booth and SHELL
More time all I ever do is SHELL
I get em’ gassed anytime I SHELL
Them man are aite by them man don’t SHELL
I
boy
so keep your mind on your business
the streets don't love you naw
so keep your game legit
she say she love you for life
you gettin cash by the K
she
cause he black
But he cant keep a job so he sells this or that
For the madness of money tell me who fault is that (Who's fault)
Everywhere fully loaded
blessed
I need mo’, feel it in my chest
So what’s next?
Should I go visit a specialist tell em to gimme some meds? For my, head
Maybe a solid neurologist
'em all when they try to kill my vibe!
I am the bad, the good God, the last the hood got
The last that would try to pass a good job
If Shawn's
know what I mean (Who?)
Tell 'em I'll call 'em back (Ya know what I mean!)
That Oprah, That Oprah
That Steve Jobs and Bill Gates
That Oprah, That Oprah
back in the kitchen
But if we were going by those rules
Get a job
Get a life
Yeah you look like fools
And when feminists see the prejudice
That some men
play with the big boys, toys bringin that weak shit
Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on cassette
They were done
miss you all
Gang
Me and and my niggas don’t have nothing we shared everything
From out Jean shirt down to our balmains
Jobs didn’t pay so we did illegal
Listenin' to the engine, and the Beastie Boys flowed
I recall, lookin' back by the bridge that we had passed
And there was this truck that was comin' pretty
a new babe
I'm with ya new babe
Going dummy on em like the three stooges
Choppa singing like the bitch Whitney Houston
Dummy bitch hit my line she
the gang then we size em up
This Glocky get the job done said this bitch need a promotion
Said I'm sliding like I'm lotion I'm take jiggas like a potion
We
they'd rather get a drag than a job[00:42.24]But change is what we need so society can breathe a breath of fresh air by knowing our kids care about going
rob 'em
Aaaaaaaaayye
I fell in love with this money and Violence
Aaaaaaaaayye
Strap by my side, who the fuck want Them problems
Whip
In the kitchen
prefer to keep my socks on. Now I’d-
CHARLOTTE:
You’re a hoot Ricky, always have been! Were you boys talking business?
RICK:
As a matter of fact, we
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