Lyrics:
me the things that you did
I be a menace on all these tracks
Clean like the dentist I’m fresh that’s a fact
Used to curve me I ain’t texting her back
a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat
Jump in back with the jawn (boom, boom, boom)
You know that this clip packed up
She wanna fuck with a thug
She know I be big packed up
I cannot fuck
Steady calling my phone
Like you want some thing
Always ready to fight
Like you on something
I am not one to beg
I ain't ask for issues
I don't want
oh) Girl give me that there
Girl give me that pussy
(oh oh oh) Girl give me that
You know you want it
Girl don't act like you don't want it
From out west right there by crane
Cross that bridge then you will get Stained
Fuck them bikes we copped them chains
Fuck them bikes we want that range
Now we go
That ass is thicc that ass supreme
I'd eat that ass up with some whipped cream
Her ass is phat it's substantial
It's almost too big
tell you I want the whole thing
I was still making plays, looking out for the whole team
I just let them know, season's almost gone
Time passing by
boys on go, I can't miss sleep (yeah)
Bentley Bentayga, a Big B (yeah)
One thousand and six, that's a Big B
I gave game to the lil' bro
He re-in'
an explosive
Quote so big
That its bigger than a quotient
Got a golden globe
When I haven't done a show yet
Oh yes
I'm in hip hop like an old vet
No rest
with the baddest day by day
Do you ever get tired of the same old things
It’s kind of like running in circles some days
Do you ever want to write
the dash
And you know just where we at
We in the car
We ride slow
We doin' things that the girls don't do
The boys stare
We smile back
All my girls
do the math
Know that it's bad, attracted things that I never had
I can only imagine, I can only imagine
While you niggas is laughing, I'm taking
see us down
But that’s not how my team is going out
That’s not how things are going down cause
I got them all by the ropes
Cause they don’t want no
P-Funk
But now rap music is all that they want
So when I'm in my car, I play Clinton
And when I'm on the stage I start pimping
And when I hear your
president
Watching my back through jack leading Jack
Trying to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked
By 14 of the hottest mothafuckas on the water bed
ICP
hitting the gas that's road rage, please don't make me go back to my old ways
I'ma boss I can't do this shit yo' way, break a pound make 104 plays
Stack
a eighty year old lady
Saying Satan's waiting for me
In the back by the bar
(Is he)
But she won't let me out my seat
So how am Imma know
I guess I'll find
closer than they appear to
Blowing big stacks, all we do is that
Valet my shit is feel, fuck up a chick a set
Then it's back to the drop, hit the gas,
move around like me
Big Benz but hustlin like I'm still broke
Trap stars the only ones recognized my way
One time for niggas that's growin up like me
One
this life
What you really, really, really want from this life
Give me my money first thing morning, that's the starter
Start up my day we're about
And that's just how the thing go when you get 'er done (how?)
We did it son (yeah we did it son)
We was drinkin' Jim Beam by the handle (handle)
Me and Steven
oppressed
Society blinded by the big fat circus
Government lie to us for one purpose
They stole our gain and took our surplus
Guaranteed to make a grown man
Hear the honeys scream
I'm Mohammad Ali
Sipping on that lean
Smoking on that green
Make my mind feel free
Tryna make it big by any means
So poetic
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