Lyrics:
gettin' 50 cent cakes, so how can I split a ten
You ain't got no directions on this map, how do I know the plan
You gotta go and take the risk, for that
to the ground
Lookin for a sound that ain't been found
By no one else
Stickin true to myself
So i took it up a highway
South bound interstate
Counting on a big
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Oh that shit is on?
Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth
At night I can't
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Oh that shit is on?
Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth
At night I can't
nigga hold the dope for me
Fuck nigga wouldn’t hold door for me
Young nigga ten toes down when the strip hot
Nigga die by the same set
Of codes nigga live
(blrrrd)
Ain't no nigga gon' do nothin' (ain't no nigga gon' do shit)
Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter, regular clip a dozen (damn)
And this Gucci
Listen, Listen y'all wanna hear a
Story here it go
Sexual, she’s so X rated where
The kids can’t go
Think so, I know so experienced a week ago
Yeah
I don't have a second to lose
No talk if I'm not in the mood
Turn off the news healing my blues
Your bad energy's been refused yeah
Rub my eyes
of my '86 Pontiac
Afrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink
By 10 o'clock at night I'll be fuckin you on the sink
I can tell you're cummin by the way you
Scale of one to ten, I ain't never had no six (six)
Nigga said he balling, his bitch never took no trip (trip)
Said he killed the pussy, she ain't never
gunbutted, stabbed, shot
And critically beat 'Cause listen
Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Presidential with the matching
Bullet bracelet, it's a good look
you ain't dealing with no rookie listen to me (whoo)
Bitch I'm 10 toes down feet planted on the ground the beast has awoken now listen to me.
call me leader
All about the green I guess the green made me flip out
This is the second time I wrote this week ya
Music is my track cause I run this
safe I flipped and hit â??em wit more shit
Chorus 2X:
Teflon:
Introducin' the best kept secret
It's no sweet shit I
end my life and I go to hell
Drop they ass and I send 'em to hell
Smoke they ass and I send 'em to hell
This ain't Ken this no Teen X
Went to Yale and I
bitch like 5x2
Im pullin up in a drop top coupe
I dont really wanna hate you but sometimes I do
Cause you really did me crazy I was Callin you my baby
neither sound nor splash: needle)
Oruku tidi (Kilo kojá l'ojude Oba ti ko k'oba - Agbara Ojo ni) na so
(What passes by the palace and pays no royal
H I M
Number one
Hey
As they hear say na me be the new number one
Top ten everybody scatter
They re-gather like tata 0oo
As dem no fit hold me down
See my shit is universal, if you got knowledge of dolo
Of delf for self, see there's no one else
Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that
So, do
[Chorus: Mac - repeat 2X]
Now when he steps on the six
They say he did that
Pull up in the six hundred stretch
They say he did that
Presidential wit
to this comin' attraction
Let the billboards with plastic, all I have is this Massenburg
And they can't talk no more, I'm gon' keep on livin'
Fueled by
Clyde
I don't wanna tell you stories
I jus wanna buy you Gucci
Drop the gala take shawarma
Drop fanyogo take this cold stone
I no mind to be your maga
G shit, LBC shit, remember how it used to be?
Mmm, you remember so much
No we didn't, see if you can remember this shit
1982 now what was I to do
stupid's when beats drop, cause then I go hard (Get it, go!)
Head banging, head banging (Head banging, head banging)
No dreads, arms swinging (No dreads,
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