Lyrics:
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
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Ey
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Uh
Verse 1
Wake up’n I’m out my zone, like Malcom stoned chillin wit al capone’ never out I’m home,
But Thas how the fuck goes
down the street wit a 20 G stack
Shorty pagin me sayin "Zino where u at?"
look up in the mirror 5-0 by my back its(uh oh)
pull up in the spot smokin in
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
working nine to five (Hours), recording five to eight (Eight)
Bitch I'm working even on a holiday (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Pull up to that party with seven, eight
Locked myself inside the yo
Finna take me a ride
Gotta V-Tec same as Honda Accord Hit the road I'm flying
We can hit up strip let's go to the store
This
they can't cock-block me
G-dub, I know you know this bitch by tha name of Danielle
Body of a Goddess, face from hell
But oh shit, this wasn't
still the jam
And over 20 year later
They still rocking for the stoners and the skaters
I used to watch videos by Plan B
Dream about hitting up
[Originally by 50 Cent]
No shorty, it's Beyonce,
We gonna' party like, it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink
came a long way
Daygo baby by tha border
My third eye open nigga
With my mind
I move a Boulder
Drop tha thang on baby
Now she want her ass
A sequel
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
Adjust your seat ugh AC music
This that invite family over
This that cookout music
Two step and enjoy the party
No more drama relax and party
Look
I love
high with multiple pie smokin' on harras
Spitted by my enemies oh I feel delighted
Real ones get big bills my side
And we be pain' heavy in tha weigh in
furry pants
War paint, circling a duralog
Boar face, devil by his side like a service dog
Schlock purist, watch the block burneth
One o'clock prophets
anesthetic
Now I know that it's stone cold funk,I can tell
'Cause it's written all over by the way you smell
That funk the aroma,that smell,that scent
You'll
over-retarded That's why I'm over-retarded
Baby, welcome to the party I hit the boy up and then I go skate in the Rory
Baby, welcome to the party
I don't wanna
[Chorus]
Nigga thought I told ya, (told ya) that the war ain't over (over)
You can roll (you can roll) you can get rolled over
My nigga we
cent blunt spot
V walked the town with space boots, space suits
Fucked up cut but she still say his face cute
Told the streets, "What you staring at?"
a week for Sober October
Now you feel your drinking problem's over?
There's no need to be sorry!
Have an Alaskan party!
by my side
One time she tripping
From one time we dippin
You won't catch me slipping
She tryna cuff me like she 5 0
Aye, like she 5 0
But I be workin
that your bitch be mine
She see me by the bar
She watch me blow stacks
Her man ain't a hustler, man he can't do that
He got a 9 to 5, he used to pump
Here we come..(here we come now girl)
All over you (baby girl unh unh )(Nelly)
You know I spend hot shit when need be
Only nigga that can take a still
Every morning at five-thirty AM
Brought to you by
By the Pink and Pleasant Plastic Icon Company of Del Rio, Texas
Every morning at five-thirty AM in
Every morning at five-thirty AM
Brought to you by
By the Pink and Pleasant Plastic Icon Company of Del Rio, Texas
Every morning at five-thirty AM in
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