Lyrics:
boss,
I just really really want it all all
A couple bodies and a couple bricks just to be boss
Give a couple a house and wrist watch cost a key of soft
Yup
We walked the dirty sixth
Crawled the nasty nash
And when they kick us out
We start another bash
Yeah we take ya to the house
Down by the sticks
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
ice, we pull up in big coats
Like it's Mafia, you level zero
Wouldn't it be nice to get up out the $TRUGGLE?
Fuck that shit - I'm ballin' till my fuckin'
To them houses in them hills
Thousand dollar benefit plates
No matter how high the stakes, niggas never outta place
Now I'm high, Empire State
Drunk
backwards on a one way
The color flawless, bitch I reek of money
(Bitch)
Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck
We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell
goin', they gon' go and they gon' take his life (yeah)
Lamborghini truck (yeah), trap house wishes (trap house wishes)
I step in I blew a bag, I see
got to get that clout
His business blacked owned
And they trying to take him out
I'm a rep the brand
When I come up out the house
You should rock
Mess wit' mafia venetian red
A mask on my face for the masquerade (Who he be?)
Talkin' bout' tha yen I dissertate (Sensei)
Talkin' the mission ninjas
Then why she sending me them paragraphs
Niggas tried to run up but the work was at my mans house
Hands down
We the ones they want
The ones that stand out
Pluto!
Tell 'em I go crazy
808 Mafia
Bloody Goyard that's a check
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk,
"Watch for widowmakers
They'll grab you right by the neck"
The skidroad needs a trimmer
It wasn't touched all winter
Sharpening my axe
I take 'em down
huh
You sure got nerve lil boy
Buckle up when I go skrrt lil boy
King Cris slaps on the track and I won't take it back
So this shit finna hurt, lil boy
a king? Well I might just take your maiden
Know I got my commas, got 'em straight from off the pavement
I just want some more commas
I just want a house in
Fandaul, I take a pick
I'm fried out my mind
I'm in the I'm in a different dimension
Ayy, sliding with that shotgun
My bullets, they expandin
Hit him in
i was raised to be a victor
And im clutch like a field goal kicker
Judge a kid by his weapon, house ball V
We at the alley haven't seen em in weeks
So
pistol gripper
Isn't a life for me
I'd rather grip mics and undo girls zippers
But not them ho girls, meet me after
The showgirls, but take it slow girls
grandma house
Grab it right from my brother house
I'm trapped out
Workin' like a bitch
Cause I'm trapped out
Twerkin' with the clique
I got kicked up by my
faster and faster, pulling Leonard by the whip, now flying over the ground. Close to the edge, the only way was... take off. And that’s what they did. Soon
can't fit 'em all inside my OJ
So I just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
It was twelve o'clock one
Right from the source I take you out
I see the fakes and see what foul
She give me head its by the hour
They turn they backs its like a owl
Was taught
bed and I'm in mine
On either side of town
I think I might take a ride
And burn your love house down
Like a burning house of love
Burning house
bed and I'm in mine
On either side of town
I think I might take a ride
And burn your love house down
Like a burning house of love
Burning house
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