Lyrics:
Bitcoin
Payment for your new album?
A: Stay with times technology is what's
Changing the business gotta get with
It i take money no matter
If it's coins
dates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape,
in the lyrics of the song
We taking y'all by surprise
Blood shot eyes, crisp sweet potato fries straight from the oven
Ya'll need some lovin'
Come our
They like, "Gotti you changed," yeah I call it maturity
I gotta get to the bag, and these labels be fearing me
Five million in watches, and no stones
Potter
The tip of my pen, there's nothing hotter
Cause the bars it writes overtime at night creates heat like a gun in a missile fight
Get your biceps
don't shine in front of no bitch
'Cause after she get off my dick
I be like, "Find the front door, bitch"
I don't know why in the fuck your bitch keep
Don't let your life go sour over power
(Chorus)
Hustlin's like a drug, it's addicting
The more you hustle, the more you get addicted
The longer you
wasn't down from the +Jump+, so why you want to Kris Kross?
You no business buyin, insecure junkyard motherfucker
Get lost, 'cause youse a sucker
a gun hammer
My sickness, should remind you of Christmas
Cause i’m always coming down with something
Like a young Santa
Understand, there will be no
lookin' for me like Osama
I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor
Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama
Tell 'em I need the chopper
They tellin' me i'm
a minute
Get high slide through the city
And ain't no hiding any nigga here can get up wit me
Can't show me niggas that I fear they bleed and I been itching
it from the exhaustion or ...
No, I went ... like that.
You actually, literally tore a muscle ... I mean like that ...
Every time, it hurt.
Could
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
Mariah
Bitch I'm the messiah can't no
Motherfucker show me up
UGK a set nigga, throw me up
Fuck catching a case bitch
I'll lace you and your homey up
Cause
to give me gratitude
For wasting my time
Putting up with your ass
I’m tired of your shady ways
You trying to get paid
From the skin off my back
It ain’t
that mansion right from the fucking couch
Handle your fucking business
Humble beginnings
Get a mentor, don't listen to talk, listen to listen
Feeling
[Bizzy Bone]
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun
[Krayzie Bone]
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
on a straw
Rubber ball man
A poster on the wall
Of a dear friend
I wish there was a way that I could show you
How your songs set me free
The hero
Now this that SpottieOttieDopaliscious, hella vicious
I wonder where is this, hold up
Get the fuck out my business, show enough
We roll up then
Make a list of broke niggas
And reanalyze your friends
Or pull the ends together
Make a circle and defend
Like a clan, and FUCK where you're from
Where
to lick the shot from the porch of my block
And when the gun spray stops there's no information for cops
Nigga I'm heartless some say I role wit the forces
the Double R chain from the side of the car
Drive by and put your brains on the side of the bar
Sheek heavy in the hood (uh-huh)
And I don't mean cause I
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