Lyrics:
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
cranberry fuckin' up my balls
That's my dog, yeah, we done got it off the ground
Turned it to Ruff Ryders, gave niggas a new sound
You heard I was from
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
can't phase me
Keep the hammer on my side no safety
Blue Dream got ya eyes sittin' hazy
Run laps in ya gut real brazy
Cranberry with Ciroc so tasty
Fuck
been used
And it looked like I dipped it in cranberry juice
It looked like I covered my face in tomato ketchup
By the time that I was through
servin’ servin’
But I can’t flip no motherfuckin’ burgers
I got this strap I’ll motherfuckin’ murder
My nigga scooter that’s my main dog
That nigga Flocka
cranberry stains (NOPE)
Imma real chill guy but im still insane
Respect aint asked for boy its gained
Lemme tell you something
About me as a person
You might
to smile
`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style
Everybody's sittin' by your head
to smile
`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style
Everybody's sittin' by your head
but you let it go by, yee
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I'm here for the crown, crown (oh, shit)
to hold me
All I got is my hopes and
Dreams and this cranberry stoli
I get by I get by i get by I get by
I get high I get high but tomorrow’s goodbye
So I
into my midnight slumbers.
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache and
Repose is taboo'd by anxiety,
I conceive you may use any language you
already mad rush
Just 'cause it's still the season
The perfect gift for me would be
Completions and connections left
From last year, ski shopping,
gets high (high)
Rollin' down the I95
Ma' don't ask why
I love gettin' high
While I drive
I can't lie (I can't lie)
I puff lye (I puff lye)
While
Nigga give me my trap
Staking whole lot of money get me before I finish my rap
Think your shit don't stink
Drunk crossed eyed nigga
Walk crooked still
where I was
when I was 20 or 17 or 23.
The disinterested sun would still rise every morning
same as now. Dawn was loud.
I took my breakfast to the couch
around the clock
By myself when I go clock
Roosters, chickens, geeses, hawks
On the block goin block for block
I used to be the smallest of
Ballers but
Nigga said he fresh as fuck I guess that boy be lyin
She can't throw it back but yo girl still be tryin
Fuck all of them rumors I'm worried bout
I Got Active Ways
You can't match this rage
You think you got hands
Alright catch this fade
I been bad since day
I been bad since day
I got Active
already mad rush
Just 'cause it's still the season
The perfect gift for me would be
Completions and connections left
From last year, ski shopping,
cranberry with the Hennessy
Still going up what I’m leaving is a legacy
I heard he a lame so I can’t have him standing next to me
She ain't get the message
doing it constantly
Temperature cold but dem still can't cramp me
One fada Mikes MoneyTeam one family
One life One life One Life
Working All day all
drop is so hot continuously
If the sex ain't freaky it ain't me
And if the check ain't weekly we can't be
I'm still a big thing getter
Big momma Da
how can I stay grounded
Got the 2 6 pep boys been around it
Shawty wanna shake the spot like right now
5 cut a cranberry saturn right now
Mama got back,
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