Lyrics:
with a S on my chest
Twenty inch wheel guider, putting haters to rest
I'm bout to get this shit started, Big Shots
Bleed the block cock the glock, we
unfortunate
You had an alloy spoke Mongoose
And I had a Huffy
You owned a green machine
Three different lunch pails
I had a go-cart that I built from
on my chest so I can't get shot by cupid
Man man I'm the man the ladies can't understand
How I can marry my grands with no wedding band or best man
last night.
He delivered his six inch to her said that she was mad fucking tight.
Can't believe this happened to me,
like when I got dumped by Meg
had a few friends, about 3 or 4
Standing by the sneaker-store, and said that she seen me before
But I don't believe it yo, she must have seen
Fast
I often think about the fight of the Black Man,
Told by the world he can't think like others can
Eat and drink where others can, shackled by his
Daylight is three hours away
Hold tight, black wheels
On a blue highway
You dial the number by heart, then
Hang up before the ring starts
Look for a place
that, and it wasn't fair
Love's taken its toll, your heart he stole
You was fooled by the face of a phoney role
But I'll take up the slack, support you,
the real it's
tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
checkin in the closet for my blue velour suit
pipin all around it wit the matchin Tim boots
hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on(oh)
ridin
or
If you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I'm your man
If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I'll
My killers move by they self they’ll get you gone
The 4-5 in the mail when i came home
Had the racks in the safe when i came home
I can’t even go
the track up
So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger
Heard that I was rich and now your bitch is on my dinger
Then I swing the jungle shit so
the fuck
Muthafucka could be located nigga could be touched
I'll stab ya ass up
And its up by the cut
I keep my rees(reeboks) strapped on tight
My
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
potatoes and rump roast with the red post gonna catch hell
You fail to see, my game tight like a virgin
Just strut we can fuck up at the park up in my Burban
level, i level the vibes x3
Everytime i devil up they cant get a level up.
Blessings by the boat load, thank God I aint broke bro
Grind hard for the fam
WANT U
(Suav3)
Crazy I’ve been feeling really crazy lately
I’ve been drowning in my sorrows daily
Only you can dig me out just save me
Girl I
his ass
You can have her
(You can have her)
Just rollin by the Playboy Mansion...
[ VERSE 3 ]
I got me a, I got me a, I got me a, I got me a
Young
try act like they cool but ain't good with me
Fall on your face tryna keep up the pace, I done lapped em' three times up on Saturn's rings
Through
chest
Twenty inch wheel guider, putting haters to rest
I'm bout to get this shit started, Big Shots
Bleed the block cock the glock, we all black
Beginning to believe that this is it y'all,
I give sentiment for those who did fall,
by those who's trying to make us walk and then crawl,
They're gonna
it, bitch, if you see me in
I got three different traps and a CPN
Pay the rent, I gotta go through the VPN
I know these niggas ain't wanna see me win
[Girl]
You ain't shit your daddy ain't shit
your brother ain't shit your money ain't shit
your lab ain't shit your rings ain't shit
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