Lyrics:
sittin' back thinkin' bout the time
When a nigga get a 100gs think he went down
When I look for loyalty in the game it ain't fair
'N' thangs ain't da
by my banana, dumpin' and punkin' monkeys (okay)
Don't nobody live with my mom but a bunch of junkies (okay)
Donut dunkin', bitch, I ride glazed
than my phone screen, let's go
Fur floor, mask on, bare feet, nigga
100k a week, that's a bad week, nigga
I can sell dogs to a cat freak, nigga
Sell
by my banana, dumpin' and punkin' monkeys (okay)
Don't nobody live with my mom but a bunch of junkies (okay)
Donut dunkin', bitch, I ride glazed
lived in his car
At one point you went solo
I know you were tryin'
But your songs just sounded like
A German Shepherd dyin'
A hundred million Backstreet
Willie sits in his stable door
And he's combing his coal-black steed
And he's doubting on fair Margaret's love
And his heart began to bleed
Give
Willie sits in his stable door
And he's combing his coal-black steed
And he's doubting on fair Margaret's love
And his heart began to bleed
Give
a birthday gift for kids and
On the flea market by Christmas
Keep the blick up on my Poarch
Cuz this ain't build a bitch
Pulled together by some stitches
by my side
But when you're gone
I'll be hurting on my own
Don't look at me with those eyes
It's not fair
If I can't have you then just leave me alone
the pain was extreme/
(Lu Chin Chen, chorus)
Sometimes, when on the come up, it goes down foul/
Life ain't fair, you ought know by now/
Keep your chin up
Dyke in Mary Poppins
Don Cheadle in the Oceans trilogy
Audrey ‘epburn in My Fair Lady
Wouldn’ i’ be loverly
Wouldn’ i’ be grand
To talk in East End
Whoa Guy-Pistol by my side and I'm down to ride whoa whoa
Whoa Guy- Pistol by my side and I'm down to ride
Gun powder thunder like a road glide whoa
without me
Baby, I'm the one who put you up there
I don't know why (I don't know why, yeah, yeah)
Gave love 'bout a hundred tries (hundred tries)
Some days won't end ever and some days pass on by
I'll be working here forever, at least until I die
Damned if you do, damned if you don't
I'm
You can’t sit up yo hands dog and Make no money
I like to stay fresh as hell fuck lookin Bummy
You can make a hundred bands wit These vans on
Ten
toe spit like tobacco pussy cat grip like a panther it can bite down on an apple man that monkey can peal a Banana
I just keep peeling blue hundreds
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
in their underwear
Bells of kush that's all I sell
I fuck bitches by the pearl
They say he ain't playing fair
That boy that be fresh as hell
All
hundred thousand worth of fashion (no cap)
Bad bitch tryna fuck me in a mansion (no hat)
She probably only wanna fuck me 'cause I'm rappin' (man)
Or I'm
I don’t even care
Live my life till 100
That’s the bear
Sometimes it’s not fair
But I never care
9 pm it can be here it can be away
9 pm it can be
when a nigga get a 100gs think he went down
?? in the game it aint fair
n thangs aint da same they change it aint fair
real niggas there doin dey time n
the game, never back out
Cold but is fair, and its fair but it's cold
Sold not told, nigga trap out
Lemme keep this shit 100
I don't know your name
You
With my first hundred G's bought my momma house
Bitch don't try to suck my dick if you got cotton mouth
Watch these snitches, man these rats think
culture
You know you're evil I want you to
Recognize that I'm a proud monkey
You vandalize my perception but can't
Take style from me
And this is more than
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