Lyrics:
the time of the streets, yeah (I do)
Shit can get cold (oh)
Stick to my vision, set out on the road (road)
Get it in go, yeah that's all that I know
Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave
I'm just ready for you to get me over with, you heard me?
Man, what you tryna be this time, man?
Yeah, and don't torture me, man
Get me over with
the subject
Back by popular demand
Bitch I could never go to court
Just slip a Glocky to my mans
Oh you mad
I do what you can't
Bitch I could never pay no mind
of sitting by while idle summers blind
Yea I been there hate the sun what its done to your life
Just remind of sitting by while idle summers blind
Time are
an MGM Grand, Garden, top prize fighter
You more like a not quite ready for prime time fighter
A Versus Network, not even friday night's fighter
A built
mix it up like juicy lacore
I put it on her, time to rock some juicy catore
Take a backseat lets do it in the bj
Yeah I know that sounds so cliche
Never rush
I've been stuck
In a rough hush
Pushing cash
In a rash
Had to dash dash
Talking black
Talking cash
I can't mix stash (Stash)
Make it last
Throwback track Monica go ahead and sing to me
Turn the music up, Pop a molly, Epiqué dance for me
Millionaires estate go and get it mix tape for me please
this to be the same old song and dance again
You say you want to be the best you can for me
But you have blood running down your arm
And you only cry
laid in the club
When I hit the club
Mon it's time to party
Honey in the back lookin real sexy
Hair nails matching her shoes
Written by: Marlon
shows
Cause I can't sing and I can't dance
I can barely rap and I'm okay with that
Give me a stage, I promise that I'll be great
I really gotta play
but I paid my dues
And now no one out there could fill my shoes
And my pants and do this dance
This shit didn't happen by chance
It went slow not
indictment to my fucking home
Ha ha, fifty K on the time, I don't waste mine
Slide by, pull up on her and hit like a drive-by (bow-bow)
Go time, never
gone flip that
Verse
I’m bout. My paper. Call me. Money man.
Counting paper do the dance.
Nah playa i dont do the dab
Role a blunt.then i Mix
time
Tell the dj take it slow
So I can see what's on ya mind
I can tell by the way you movin
That you feeling my vibe
I like the way you grinding on me
Kay
She said she know that I could do it by my lone
Get money on my own
Pounds by the load
Count fast never slow
I seen the money come n go
These
the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my er
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I’m like a mink while
to the listener
It's to the listener
It's to the listeners for those that have a ear for this
State of the art engineered for the mix
Eardrums are
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
I've a logical view on my life
I'm a logical guy for my type
Time to get myself out
I'm so logical I blow my mind
I'm so logical by my design
Go
her
She a keeper
I be sipping
On this lean by the liter
Beat on the box
It got took to the E.R
Flash on your block
Make it dance
Like a seizure
I got
The first time that he extended the stuff
Gun, the back of the whoosh, yeah
The jake was amazin' (Grrah, grrah)
Told the yute man, "Make sure that you
Keep
sitting and watching me while I do my dance
Trust me this ain't nothing new to gang
Make it by the load, don't have a clue how much juice I drank
Grab
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