Lyrics:
I used to be in my heist years
Bubble eye small fry loaded four five
just thirstin for some person with shine to just walk by
Now that I can see
the room flash kick
To the point of drastic Vega's fake he's plastic
Get your ass kicked by the LP quick to MK LK
Shoryuken great play he's Dhalsim with yoga
never stop grinding
(I ain't never stop)
Trapping out in Vegas, when I shoulda went to Texas
I was hopping off the bus, when I coulda bought a Lexus
I was
down the Vegas Strip
She crossed Tropicana first I held no shadiness
She got out whip she had parentheses hips
That ass knock i hope she knocking for
the atmosphere that will create rain
Perfectly healthy girl 9 paralyzed by a flu shot
They're still out there and their some of the richest most powerful people in
The black widow (beef no more, cold fours at your door)
She was married but four times a widow
The fifth time ditto, kiddo
Step out of line, kitko, she
Its like clockwork, movin, the hands of time
Four MCs, four minds combined in rhyme(x3)
And it goes,like this
I'll take it straight to that face
chillin' and the baby cries
Hearts get shot by cupid's arrow
The road to heaven is straight and narrow
Long as there's sawdust on that old dancefloor
comin' back
It's four hundred and sixty-seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas
What do you say we go get married by a preacher man who looks like
those things (King, things)
Her Gucci bag tote, that's 'bout four G's (woo, damn)
Beard gang state, gold chains swing (boss)
Ass shots heavy, high
to Friday stay-be baby
plus stylus, sippin on Berry's iris
My windfall- be rich by sixteen
Swimmin in CREAM, fuck a dollar and a dream
Saw her knockin all
cassé les codes ouais j'ai cassé les rules
We finna aim at your face with a red dot ur gonna look like a fool
J'produis au stud mais je cook dans le four
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
to the outskirts of Las Vegas
What do you say we go get married by a preacher man who looks like Elvis?
Yeah, mama
Sugar, don't you worry 'bout tellin' your mama
own time
I'm plugged in like a socket without no phone line
I'm more lucky than Vegas
I done ran up my coins more than 4 times
More than 4 times
I ran
It's 4 in the morning
4 in the morning
We work till the morning
Yeah, Uh
4 in the morning
We work till the morning
I'm ignoring your girl cause she
a gate. Me and my babies vegans aint no need 4 lobster and steak so 4 the fakes and the snakes i gotta place by the lake 4 ya so sit and let me demonstrate
match double what you on"
I had one, two, three, four, I don't know which cup that I'm on
I don't think I need more but I might take another one
I
ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?
Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?
Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
Vegas on acid, seen through Yves St.
ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?
Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?
Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
Vegas on acid, seen through Yves St.
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
And you know which one I took
C4 blowing up, ain’t the same as before
Young Ryozo lyrics come to the door
Yeah, Young Ryozo
It was by a boy that was hard
Parkland, Santa Fe, Vegas, Orlando, Charleston, Sutherland Springs
Congress and the Senate got the NRA on payroll
4-time killers, now they singing
I ain't have no hand out went and got it by myself nigga
She gone wanna fuck cuz of the print up on this belt nigga
Riding four deep in the whip but
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