Lyrics:
and the flow consistent
When I'm done with rap Ima own a business so I hope your happy with your co position
One two three four top five never stop mine
Better
Eight four five
Was the time right before I died
Look into my eyes, look into my Tortured soul
With your knife
I don't do free-bees
Pay the fucking
shootin' craps with some homies
My first roll was a 7, so niggas can't get on me
So since my point is 4, I left a Little Joe
I'm kissin' on the dice
Chorus: (Sung by a woman)
We'll never part (through) sickness and health
You are my heart
I love you more than I love myself
But in
Brand new truck, butter soft seat
Four point something with a low ride something
Ain't nothing better than to ride out the hood with it
Who
feds like Ice-T
Talking 6-4, all these niggas are 5-3
All these niggas got drum clips and extensions
If you a real shooter, you shoot once and don't miss
Verse 1:
Cam'ron
My paper, yes, my paper
Got me sittin' on five acres, "Hi Haters"
Fly gators, coke cooker, pie baker
Drop-driver, girl-getter,
city. I|have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated|and directed from within! Our books, our music, our
my rolly looking kinda nice
Long Conversation if the cash is right
Hennessy mix with a little bit of sprite
Her and my exes start to look alike
Shit I
/ get a little fame
Good head plus i love her frame
She da 1 had 2 give her wedding ring
Pictures with a queen by the pool like gucci mane
Gotta watch
H-O-T, fuck around and sign to H-O-V
Compound ain’t you signed up with Taydoe’s team?
Chase yo dreams homie, ain’t no need to be loungin’ around a nuclear
time we levitate
Four five mix it anyways
Ain't Sprite we aint havin it
She my little thing, so meek when she come thru
Yunno you gotta make that body
on the air in 5, 4, 3,
DEVIN:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, as you can see there’s no need for a formal introduction tonight with our guest, Charlotte
all that Kee-Kee and I’ll shoot ya ass
Try to ride on us
And get five bucks like Uber Cash
Leg shot! Now there’s blood on
His pants like Superbad
I’mma
finna go to jail
I just ran over a pedestrian
Robbed my little cousin 'cause I
Found out he bisexual
And I sold a twelve year
Old kid a weed edible
I just
I got ten rocks that I need to get out
I sold them in five minutes, at my own damn house (mom smoke crack)
My poor grandmother, God bless her soul
Two midget ass gangsters both strapped both nuttey
One had the nine and the other had the 4-5
When they did a ht it took 'em both to drive
Didn't use
Awake for twenty hours, phone's been low for four, five days
I rest my foresight like my vision, so don't know what's on my way
Keep these bags under
a little like Ye
I went from writing music and making five beats a day
To needing like 3 summers to get over a mistake, nah
You know that I'm a bad guy, duh
Yeah, R-R-Rice4eveR
Still roll around tucked, CG four-door
This the part 2 of that Nice Since 94
Sav since 97, back in 11th grade when I drove a red
a space sealed
By placing a switch
If life is a bitch then she fuck me nice
Boxed up for seven joints now she pregnant
Bout to birth me yikes
My first born
fightin' over
Your man lookin' like his life over
We coulda had a lot of fun
Yo this mothafucka got a gun
Think I oughta run 3-10-4-6-6 dash 5-4-7-9
Hit
Brand new truck, butter soft seat
Four point something with a low ride something
Ain't nothing better than to ride out the hood with it
Who
Brand new truck, butter soft seat
Four point something with a low ride something
Ain't nothing better than to ride out the hood with it
Who looking
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