Lyrics:
life the way you livin'
You can't live it no other way
I need you to put a bottle in the air right now
Welcome to the champagne life.
Where trouble
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
So I have no other choice but to do it my way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(Uh-huh, uh-huh) uh
While niggas are shootin' stupid
I'm carefully plottin' ways
like the weed to them other liquors
I get my money cheese, fuck them other niggas
Yeah, and I ain't worry bout em tho
I'm poppin' Don P, man I know she
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
don't need no other
When you trust in each other's
Cos you are surrounded by love
One time for my Pops that's the King of the crop
A lion in a birthday
He found his baby eatin'
With another man
(A no, no, no more bread and butter)
(No more toast and jam)
(I found my baby eatin')
(With some other
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
you lose
You will lose me
On the other hand
I'm chillen so other than
Agape
You don't know Love
He's a lover man
He's way above us man
God-king the son
ain't the greatest then I'm headed towards it
This city windy didn't mean to ruffle y'all
If you're in my way I'm sorry
You're getting blown away
I'm from
day
January 1 the year 2000
We gettin' all the money and we ain't through clownin'
You can tell everybody that stays around your way
Today is
magnetic
When I break ties I tell em they can have it
They be telling lies why they do me nasty
Fuck it goodbye no other way to grasp it
I jus get high I
plus (yeah)
Gratitude is a must, yeah
Me see blessings fall by mi right hand
Buss a toast fi di friends weh tek off heavy load
One time did sit down
I just popped the B man,
I got that OJ and that weed, time to take flight
Richy might be on that lean mixed with that sprite
They got me rollin,
to hills, explanatory
I really want this beat ridden by Cass, but you get what you get life is a bitch
Taking life's shit, you feeling like ass
look it in
Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think
pussy
We toast it up, let the bar come to us
I'ma get deep in that pussy
You know what come with the fame
You know what come with these dames
You
girl is stallin'"
I said, "Babes, I'm a big man (big man)
I got big plans, they call me Big Shaq
I make the ting go quack from way back
Life's at a standstill, dangerous cause man kills
And still cats visualize life ghetto like
One mind, sometime these cats see life
Street life in
day
January 1 the year 2000
We gettin' all the money and we ain't through clownin'
You can tell everybody that stays around your way
Today is
feel good
Yeah it had him calling my line
And I know for sure
He loves me so
Because of beans on toast
Yeah I know, I know
That he loves the way
That I
at the shows
Cause you can tell we're killing it
By all the screaming from their hoes
I remember the feeling
Of trying fit in the game
Was trying get on these
right
Back where I'm from, ain't shit to like
Every other week on a different flight
Nobody knows where I'm in tonight
City to City
LA, Miami, then
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