Lyrics:
Riding round with my niggas
Listening to bob dylan
Bitch Im in my building
Imma make five children
Yall don't know how I'm feeling
I just hope a smile heal
And a baby who lays in a gold carriage
Now I can't leave, if I do she gets half (not the cash)
Oh yes, the whole damn bags of money
So I chill and act so
And a baby who lays in a gold carriage
Now I can't leave, if I do she gets half (not the cash)
Oh yes, the whole damn bags of money
So I chill and act so
trouble as much as me
The way they hold you out on the dance floor
The way they ride in the middle of your truck
The way they give you a kiss
a ten-bob note up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man
His sister Pam works in a shop
She never stops, she's a go-getter
Takes him out
goodbye, three lives for the crimes
Open up my kit, get the shrapnel metal shavings
It's a handmade grenade, ain't no point in tryna save 'em
Look
Picasso with the bars
She's well put together like a piece by Gershwin
Renaissance style, tonight is picture perfect
So smile, and pack your bags real
Picasso with the bars
She's well put together like a piece by Gershwin
Renaissance style, tonight is picture perfect
So smile, and pack your bags real
and
everything, sir!
The Brian in Jail Scene
(BRIAN wakes up with a smile on his face to find himself being dragged along a
cell corridor by TWO GUARDS.
a bar, this is hey, hey
Back up in the trunk with tha AK
Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae
Got
could take it back
Hold that shit down and get your weight up
Put in your pill papers and
Keep your faith up
'Cause when you was trappin'
Baggin' your
Smash mouth tapped out
Liquored up asshole
Stepped in to the coup
While I'm dribbling basketball
Tipping on the pedal stool
Fingers up tactful
Rubbing
Up and away
Getting so high that I'm flying away
Smile More 2 I was all on balloons
The pressure done hit, so I popped on the plane
And hopped out
the Eve-ning
Me I'm still showing out
Came up by the bio so you know what I'm about
Trouble waters with no bridge
It was hustle when in doubt
Twenty-seven
Pack up your troubles, and let's head out
To the fountain of death
And splash about, swim back forth
And laugh out loud,
Until the day is ending,
sing and by dancing boot-scooting style
Betty has a contagious smile that you just can't ignore
Her songs will fill your heart with joy and leave you
on the cover of life.
Octover 1st, 1954,
3 year old baby with 38 inch chest.
That was something to behold! Ahh.
Now, the name of the performer
that I play in
bitches
Never mind them hoes, never mind them haters
They gon' smile in your face and say "fuck you" later
Grab my fork and my scale and my calculator
words nigga duffel bags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
and I fuck up your night
Bitch I've waited now I'm stalking my prey
Cuz I watch in the night and attack in the day
I only fear one thing
My dark side
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
from trouble
Runnin from trouble
Runnin from trouble
Everybody says you trouble girl but you know I love you double girl
Was all alone till you walked in
in a bag Norbit
Inhaling too much'll have you up in orbit
More to life than trying to make a buck absorb it
If life a game to God I don't know how
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