Lyrics:
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
Go by the name of Weezy F and
I'm walkin' out the Bally store with ten bags
Fly as a motherfucker girlie on my staple
Cause her friend say I
you feel nigga fuck your opinion
Gas got me in the booth coughing
The day that I go put some weed in my car
Just got caught with a bitch and I know my
Hopped in the whip with the hennessy
Chiefing the runtz is my remedy
Ion even need that bitch
Nigga I'm trying to get rich
I'm a cheat code lil jit,
hit the tire but he spinnin' round
Ain't hit my mind but I'm thinking bad
I got my stick in class, I left a rub in her pussy then I did the dash
I ain't
you just gotta see it man
I'm sitting on Dubs, kinda like a blank tape
You see them rocks in my teeth, ain't none of em fake
Give me a break, you
Tecmo, in some Bo Jackson retros, let’s go
Who gone stop this reign, aye
I’m sitting some classics and I just did that shit again, you know my name.
Aye,
it's petite
I don't know I'ma Crip so you know I'ma C (crip)
Pull up in a car that's bout my size
I get the ass like a car ride (yeah)
She taller
seeking women who's looking for lonely men
Couldn't see the fallacy endless lines of soul ties
And now he's sitting in my office
Saying I shouldn't have
I tell ya what
Yo, know what I'm feelin'?
Check it
I'm comin' back down, baby
This time in the six fo' (since we came down)
A lil' mo' sho',
Angel baby, my angel baby.
Ooh I love
You,ooh I do.
No one can love you, like I do,
Ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, in my low-low, 63', 64'Gotta go,
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
it's all over
My car odor smell like raw doujah
I'll burn gas like car motors ayy I
(AI) crossed over but play my role in Philly
I've been (Ben) on point
a drone
Watch it from your phone
How the twin so cold
Younger pussy old
Lil pussy on a roll
Mr David Knowles
Said I captured souls
And I now my
I'd rather be romancing
She had me Inside Out And Upside Down in the back of my Cortina*
Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick
(Parody of CARS by Gary Numan)
back to back with 'em (Back to back)
And I'm sittin' on chrome seven times platinum
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
This is for my peeps, with
and Rhyheim gains
I had my pen and my pad
Sitting lost in a daze
Chasing after anna in the library
As she was turning a page
I remember this beige girl
Mixed
Interior soft like you sitting on a pillow
I like my bitch yellow lil beer no Miller
I'm high off life and I'm high off killer
Mixed both them together make
you
'Cause when I give my love
I want love in return (oh yeah)
Now I know this is a lesson
Mr. Big Stuff you haven't learned
Mr. Big Stuff, tell
'cause a nigga made her stay in the house so I got the bitch lipo (Straight up)
Ridin' 'round town with a Glock, but if it's a hit I'ma use my rifle (On
Sitting alone in my hotel
Looking in the mirror wondering, well
After all this time you never thought
You'd still be out on the road
Like
line, soldier
Now, you should see they faces when
I pull up in my car
A lot of niggas hatin' and
Bitches startin' in awe
Let them niggas hate, if they
suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't want to fuck up the come-up
So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?"
Bumped into his
suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't want to fuck up the come-up
So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?"
Bumped into his
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