Lyrics:
And she's like a photo in
A wallet nigga no frame
Me, I produce flames, you can call me propane
You staying on that dashboard motherfucker
You got no game me,
wack, they all see me
Warm up two like some hot car seats
By the end of this year, I'll buy a TV
I'll be on TV, on a tall HD
I'm living that life and I
getting served like you haven't ordered yet
I score a rep by putting verses in the morgue
Till my services are more sought after than a whore's
I'm getting
boy he my enemy
He no friend to me
What you oughta be
Pull up, I'm on smoke
They all talk, in person they choke
Feel like I'll never grow old
Matter
another PASSER-BY)
If your looking for fun
Original sin
If you want to put out
Then you gotta come in
[DOORMEN]
Girls!
[ENGINEER]
Hey boys, don't
(KE on the Track) kodak, Kodak Black
Balling on these niggas
Don't act like you don't know, pussy
Me and Momo riding in a Chevy
(We sittin' high)
And its jumping from the free throw
Like MJ
Sees nothing pass by
Like Steve and Pass
Say boy you lightning fast
On the Utah Jazz
Like Dr. J shorts
My
(ooh)
Now you act like you untrained (untrained)
[Coko - Verse Two]
You say you goin' to a party (goin' to a party)
I see you by the strip club (and
street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac,
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee's
happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
a track this year
Now how's that for a turnover?
I made a gilet and a holster
Felt like I looked in the mirror when I seen the new JD poster
And it sold
the smoke like a hotbox
I came from the borough, I'm top spot
Got flows, now they want a photo when I rock shows
California in a 'Rari
California, that's
no, no, no)
Smiled like Eazy, R.I.P
Back seat rappers dead, wrapped in sheets
Still no wrap sheet, boy got bands on the back streets
Have no doubt like
yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's
These niggas don't beez in the trap
They like bees in this track
Just smoked out
I ain't talking 'bout what you toke out
Get choked out fo'rilly
for a year boy you on the back nine
Earring in one ear playing like wind chimes
Pick up your girl, took her to the Ritz
Drippin' to my toe boy I call
and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
going on tour
Give your boy an encore here we go another try
Bouncing all up on me damn girl yeah you got it right
I don't lie i'm in the zone hypnotized
I'm just a nigga that's playing
Don't mean to bring up old shit home girl but I'm just saying
You love the fast life
Got all that weed, got all that
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