Lyrics:
man
Start off by lettin you know, See the pen that's Pai Mei
Mixed with Chris Tucker gettin real money from Friday
On some nice haze, that could have
many funerals
Pallbearers, the shooters, who's who?
You know that love fluctuate (that's right)
And a hater fluctuate (alright)
You gon' question
for the culture.. oh yeah
I do this for the culture.. oh yeah
I no go lie I'm motivated By so many things
Like the fear of living poor and dying broke
Kleine
I got broads in Atlanta that are by design
Uh, now these haters wanna jump ship
No more pics with niggas we don't really fuck with
You see
Shawty wanna rolling, I'm like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine so
Why you hating on me, huh, I'm just living my
just so he could witness me
Back up in my zone I swear my haters is history
Bitches say they missin' me, I never fall for it
'Cause they just miss
Free from paying them bills
Free to come and go when ya feel
Most of all, free from them haters
Verse 1:
[Willie D]
So many problems that exist in my
been from hell and back
I'm just that nice and I don't write
So you can tell 'em that
I'm just making up for nights
When I was selling crack
by the beach
Know I'm papi chu
Bitches pop it, too
They got pink hearts for me
In the tropics, too
I got too many shades
For they topics, move
Colors
straight)
Now I'm seeing new money every day
Now I'm on a beat by Zay, (By Zay)
I guess I'm Santa Claus because I keep the bag
And I'm fly as fuck like
matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty without me
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little
this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[Ludacris]
Hey Kelly!
Oh damn! There go expensive Chris
At the bar behind all the most expensive shit
this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[Ludacris]
Hey Kelly!
Oh damn! There go expensive Chris
At the bar behind all the most expensive shit
To complete the many songs
Needed for their double-LP
The Beatles recorded regularly during twenty
Weeks from 30th May to 16th October 1968 the
Final
the race director up
At the race and said
"Hey, Chris I want to do your race"
So, we had a long conversation you know
I was much heavier then
I’m around
Boogie has picked
It's just a band, scroobius Pip
Hope nobody'll wanna sue me for this
Chris Brown already had too many hit's
How many people can I humanly
I don't be following trends i follow my heart
If people gone pay to come hear what i say nigga i gotta talk
I want so many plaques i gotta floss
I
They always say I'm dead, they try to ruin me
So Boosie be on other shit
Like jew-el-are-is and poppin' Chris
And Mac on you a model bitch
Had a hoe
only fuck with bad bitches 'cause I'm attractive
Ayy, yeah, I'm fly so she wanna fuck me
How many bands can I fit in this Louis duffy?
Ayy, pull up
hoping she don't throw a fit
She pulled out a joint, that's a turn off like a light switch
Haters ask for money so I threw it, that's a slight diss
Ice
I'm feeling blessed, not many can do it like me
Started at the bottom, I'm climbing the tree
Haters know I'm winning they hate what they see
Say what
wanna chit-chat, I'm here to get my check
I'm a new G-Wag, you ain't in my class
I got so many gifts, can't even fit my bag
I ain't just hop in it, I done
They need to exit don't let the grind past you by
I run laps round lames with my shoes untied
I jump the line walk in and watch the crowd divide
Still
Feezys
Crackers pattern themselves after the teachings of Morris Levy
But I was dubbed the greatest by the gossip
I'm King Tut to haters from this
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