Lyrics:
the battlefield to the booth
Real veterans, real music only
This is the World War Cypher
You get that?
Shaggy!
Ding ding im in the ring, no guarantee im gonna
The only time I flirt with her
Not to be V.I but this is B.I (B.I)
Me and G.I be watched by the P.I's
See why we can't finish together
I'd rather do
gether
We are 5
2gether
We do our thing (Thing, thing, thing)
Baby, and sing
See all the girls with their hands in the air
You can tell by the screams
forget it since 'cause we only have 30 minutes"
'Fore her man came home for lunch, so I bust my nut and raised up with
Five minutes to spare, her man
about my way
But his way, 1 way, sweet like cheesecake
In my own zone on the highway
Y'all breaking down by the mile, aye
Cars pullin in for High Way
It's
a bad bitch
Gotta put her in the RAF
Put your hands in the air if you got a drop top whip
(Pull the roof down)
Gottem moving real fast
Put your hands in
Hundreds fifties twenties know I love to stack them dividends
Free the smackas we killed many men
Get slaughtered when we spin the bend
The money coming fast
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
Bitches clockin'
or Moreno
Don't watch ya step and you be like, mi amigo
Forensics made the maps, so now he's on death row
Yo what's the steelo, real brothers do it
he threw the bottle
I ducked down, and I had to duck real fast
Stepped two feet back, and then I banked his ass
I started kickin' and stompin' my
fast coming down my block
I might shoot it up
Put a whole gram on the table
Watch Unc oot it up
They say I've been acting real stiff
It's time to loosen
and i stayed me and that's by god's grace
My life was too slow for the fast living
When I just wanted the fast cars and fast women
And i thought i would
was just chillin, mindin my own business
Sittin on the corner, waitin for my sister
When she slid by, maybe 4 or 5 times
Wanted me to notice
Ay turn me up gang
I love fast cars I love bad bitches (Ya)
I love A-Rs I love shitting on niggas
I love hoes with they own bag straight go-gettas
wet calling me Neptune
We fucked in the attic she screaming yes daddy her grandpa
Still checking the bedroom
200 The dash we moving real fast
Just seen
superstar
And it feels real good, reppin' for my hood, just like I should, you should
Just lean on back, listen to the track, cause the track is phat
Strictly
I popped his nose
How you claim you real, you out here beefin' by some boppin' hoes
When it's time to drill, get in that field, ready, lock and load
stretch em
Keep Going ?
Ight bet
She like "this car so fast "
She don't know I changed the vin
When my niggas heard this song they told me "Play this shit
melanated man, woman, or child is safe from we must protect ourselves our woman and our children by any means necessary it's time to stand up
verse1: they
for the kicks to slang cain
Hustle and rain pain niggas
Once there was a little brother who ruled across the street with his crew
Fast pacing everyday,
like pine saw
Growing up they'll tear me down
Cuz I carried all kinda flaws
Now I got 5 golden stalls
Came with a five car garage
No I'm not cap
This is
There's five lanes, five bad brothers
Gonna migrate on your highway
Runners of gaming, at nine AM to the pavement
I'm on the new town by noon
The road is
to dinner, wit Jordan and his wife?
Am I moving fast? It could happen real soon
Thousand dollar shoes, dance in ballrooms
You know the dress, that got
On my way to get the cash
I know she's real nasty like it when I slap her ass
They say ima die young
Cause I'm living way too fast
Told A bitch that I
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