Lyrics:
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
Quero 40 no wri’, aye
Quero 40 no pulso
Que se foda, o seu som que é avulso !
Hey !
Eu já percebi que essa bela nunca me quer, (“free”)
Eu já percebi
from (Hong Kong)
A Pretty Philly bruk har neck fi di star
When mi swing e Maserati
M-5 pull up and beat glock-40
Tail pipe Scream
Couple doughnut
Cause it's gram and Joo$e Lee bout to hit you with another one
Link in the description box if you ain't see the other one
Flow so sweet that it
Quiznii
Quiznii
Real Quick
Quick
Quick
R-E-H-D
Give it to ‘em pretty please
Oooooooooh
Oooooooooh
Oooooooooooooooooh
Get that lit real quick
Real
Jail Ima woodFrom the C L E but I grind out in HOLLYWOOD
Young Pinch it's a sinch when I roll on by,
Got homies that are down, so I always gotta ALIBI
I hated my fuckin' father for that bottle and the liquor that he swallowed
Wanted his love to lead but the E&J never followed
Broke the addiction,
left the meat
Soaking and seasoned show she got a gift in pleasing
Then start talking like she vegan
Man I call her Missy L-E-A-D
Cuz she misleading
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck
Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts
Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)
'Cause they don't know nothin
on
[E-40]
We like to mob, M.O.B. my organization of business, why'all
Fuck with me and I route you'll never see another Christmas
Expect Nicholas to be
fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know
Heat rooms like a thermometer
Two-forty
everyday na so so trouble dey pile up
E come dey be like say before I be 40
For this our country
Wahala go chop me
Shebi them talk say one day e go make
right on the floor again
I'll let my .40 getting roaring then, smoking a 3.5
I'm copping a zip and it flew by, saying "My oh my!"
I ain't let that slide,
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
it and passed it
You novice
There's classes, who got him a masters?
A problem for rappers
Ya not even factors
I'm no elitist by nature
I dug deep
Hey
Balling out yo range
Hey
Smoking on that flame
Hey
Take over the game
Hey
Kansas City BA-BY
This that wave, that flow, that new, that shit you mob
so we all eating
Wall-e ing
Last man on earth so appalling
Kong leading
You prawns seasoned
Bomb designed with the atoms that we all feeling
I drop
Always distracted by the things that I’m attracted to
Like fast coupes with the roofs that’s retractable
To tell the truth I was through with living
and done
I'm upset, I'm a mess and the broke-and-broken one
Wrote this by myself, didn't need Diane season one
Kept it cold in the summer, fuck'em seasoned
cuff e. Until you find a real one, what you know bout real love shit don't happen overnight that shit you gotta build up. Trust me i don't feel much, i
the grey hound,
Pay me now no paypal,
I prefer e-transfer,
Candy girl she a lead dancer,
Don't need your meek answers,
She ride the dick and don't need
How we get in yo bed you say you mad at me
By your self you a wreck with me you past happy
Ain't no going back don't be hurtful
feelings gone I done
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