Lyrics:
We gonna turn it up
Bright like a K.C. light
We gonna kill it
We gonna feel it
Till the stars fade out of sight
Full throttle, tipping back
decision
I ain't takin' a minute, not callin' them back
I can't diss on no blue, cause that blue turn you black
Keep a strap cause they think I ain't post
Drop K. Dot off at his mama van, at the park
Cause I know he tryna fuck on Sherane tonight
Then we all gon' meet back at the block at about 10:30
a big gangsta, I turn her out with that foreign love
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of 'em, just sold it all
Surrounded by the angels, diamonds on when I'm
come back
Ima run up a whole thousand bands
And i done came up off a Thousand grams
Keep a stick by my side like the Taliban
Ima shoot for my dog
back lookin' like me
Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses
Be-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got
the doo-rag off"
Hit a U-turn; ma I'm droppin you back off
Front of the club, "Jigga why you do that for?"
Thug nigga til the end, tell a friend bitch
Won't
a message for the world and I won't back out
So turn the key rash loud
I'm about to spazz out
Watch out, another nigga runnin' in the White House
But I
try and open y'all shutters
Cartier frames, Aoki on a shirt
And red and white chukkas
Why you goin' all hard tho?
NASCAR star got bars by
Phase back in the game like I ain't leave
I see snakes still hate cuz they ain't me
It's a shame when I pull up where the lames be
Turn the scene
New bodies on them old pistols
N****s with you they ain't really with you
N****s'll chill with you then you turn around and find out the f**k n***a
linking in ma trap house
Early morning heading back out
Trynna put a lil work in
Wanna turn you to fan now
Loyalty never the plan, I'm only loving myself
Mama at the doctor, belly full, I'm fresh up out the womb
Shot a three for the state, we aint make it back to school
Turn around, I'm on the field,
AK-K-K-K on
(brrt, bap, bap, bap)
Feel like you got hit by Julius Caesar
they like, "God, you on your way on? I'm like, "On my way"
You ever had so many
stay looking hunk
Day goes on
Time goes by
Turn some music on
Look at the sky
Brown paper bag taking a sip
Walking the streets
Shit my life’s a clip
lo bi opa ibon
Den say na turn by turn
Then, when e go be my own turn
I wan dey sign endorsement deals
I wan dey live that lifestyle wey deh my
by one like some nails we gon clip him
All that acting tough get you cut like he failing auditions
Put the beats on em if he move out of rhythm
Talking
Clay Shammy in the back seat swing the K like doctor J nigga
I aint wear no mask I let him see my face before he close his eyes for good all he seen was
folks, ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game
homies like a bird
Bust a you-turn, come back and get served nigga
For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get
But men, the wrong color
a you-turn, come back and get served nigga
For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get
But men, the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split
fuck, I might just stab her, never wife that (wife that)
Bitch, you can get your wife back (yeah)
You pussy nigga cryin' about some hoes, I never liked
(Ayyy)
Pourin up cause I'm livin fast
50k in the lui bag
Got me whole a from Flippin them halfs
Get em for the low
Cuz we buy em by the loads(Big loads)
(echoes)...
Will:
Big Will for the Y2K, ugh
Verse One:
Feel the Earth tremble, see the skies turn red
Eclipses, shooting stars, turn ya head
Volcanoes
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