Lyrics:
losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
Order two kill three hard truth (uh)
Surprised or not
Offspring is tainted
Open one
Order two
Kill three (take it away, take it away)
Hard truth
It
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
ghetto connect
And got a .9 in my mind you can't metal detect
I pull it out, put it to your head and shoot from the hip
I fired 13 shots and left 2 in
this cypher
Or two more steps to just become a fertilizer (You feel me?)
Avenue Montaigne
No bottles and no pain
The sweet life and no complaints
Fuck if
would get you to your ecstasy you do this with me
And you'd always get the best of me, no matter what the rest of me
Like two kids each in this makeshift
by rappers that'll expire
And swear that they taking shots
When they're catching the backfire
And everything you spit is far from the truth
I heard you
Celebrate at the rave
Then fuck all night
Tell me how can we lose
I’m too into you
And you give me good job
No interview
Commit a sin or two
In the Bentley
Everything you claimed to be was a lie
You know that chick that's always by your side?
Hit her from the back then I say goodbye
Shawty from the X, she my ride
of chicks on my iPhone
If I saved their number wouldnt answer
Real fucking asshole
Tight ass
Till 2 years ago
Reall fucking asshole
Big looks little man
I know y'all still want off my plate
Two door coupe, Gucci on the waist
Still tryna figure it out
What you been talking about
Still tryna do away
countin' up counterfeits
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin' but sounds and shit
Talk about life and surroundings, surrounded by savages
Chicks I just laugh
a conscious chick, one that talk like Olivia Alexa
If that money in the question
By any means we gon' answer
Heard em' talking bout' that pressure
No it's nun'
Song: Tini Bop
Written and performed by Santini The Great and Chingy
Intro: Interstella on the beat boy
Tini Bop ( laugh)
Hook: Tini bop , you
Honeyxbun
Back on the ones and twos
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Look
And this what I said to the beat
Look
Yo
N***** threw pennies
But don't wish me
looking for the smoke
That shit is lame, listen
You need to put respect on my name, like Pippen
All these chicks on OnlyFans should stay wetting the floor
and day by day, ow
I had to learn my own way
Step by step and day by day, ow
No, no, oh
What I'm tryna say dear darling
If you gotta find your own way
it ant no game
Tru I claim my name
Tru am with my mains
I don't really know wagwarn
To tell you the truth though I couldn't care less
Directs grew up
for order I'll be do or die
(chorous)
all look at the blue
few reach their truth
fewer bulit their tower
fulled by hunger too power
all look
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
Can never get with a gorilla no
Killa cerebral feelin biblical ritual
This should get rid of the pain
Here in your pitiful game
This is for palatial
murder [C-Murder] like Master P' brother
(Yea, what's the deal baby, yea, free Ras Kass, feel me)
[Chorus: Scratched by Stoupe] (repeat 2x)
"c'mon, let
like me
(Nobody), nobody's gonna do you like me
(Nobody), nobody
'Cause you know that I'm down to ride
I'm gonna be by your side
Ain't none of that
Lifestyle by Rasheeda
Chorus(x2)
I'm checkin out yo lifestyle
O you a trojan
I know you hopin
That you get chosen
I like em frozen
Icy with tha
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