Lyrics:
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I get my neck like a cooler
My money get long like uzi a ruler
Oh you gon sit by computers
I sit on my throne lil boy I'm the ruler
Don't even look
Steppin shit up with some fashion
We moving freely no lapsing
All my bitches be bragging
And all hating hoes steady Tagging
Said LMA think she a bad
plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers
And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us
Shaded up, braided up, and I
This that, passion I get from how you bluff about me
Fuck ya squad, you gon need god to pull a punk up out me
Blah blah blah, La la la, keep singing, I'm
Y'all niggas know me, cause I do my thang, mane
You look, you goin' see, G-Unit's my gang, mane
You front on me, I pull out the thang, thang
rhododendrons
Sit in the window, watch the years go by
You must be joking if you don't wonder why
The newsagent ran to get in from the rain
The papers were wet
dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I want to do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
I used to smoke
and night
Waiting by the phone
Hoping you'll call and say you're finally coming home
The memories echo through the night
That's how I get along
They can't
up and cyaan' get di wings (no)
Glock dem weh we parole wid a chip like the Singhs
Pretty gyal a pick up some designer tings
Gyal a say me cool me
bout now y'all gonna honor
The fact I be rocking just like I'm a Rockstar yea you can just tell by the locks
Golden my hair, while there's gold on my
What do you abide by?
Better be the vision, if not, bye-bye
I get my connect on the line, no wi-fi
Collect then match it
Magic, bitch, ta-da
My guy
Talk
Y'all niggas can't even trap, nothin'
Post up, nothin', kick with the hoes, barbeque, nothin'
We spinnin' back to back
Two weeks, three weeks straight,
yeah
Get by get high yeah yeah
Get by get by yeah yeah
Aye mane
Im bout to
Take flight
I get up
Out in
Orbit
Everywhere
Atomic
She feelin
On my stomach
kicked up a storm
Who big her up now, me and Robert and Shaun?
Whole heap of entertainer, come, come step pan me corn
Now she was a top ten lady from
kicked up a storm
Who big her up now, me and Robert and Shaun?
Whole heap of entertainer, come, come step pan me corn
Now she was a top ten lady from
I'm no good at chatting up and always get rebuffed
Enough to drive a man to drink, I don't do no washing up
I always reached the stuff piled up
amazed (amazed)
Condo by lane it's the mall in
Ain't no one nigga, we all win (we all win)
Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in)
Lambo so low gotta
It's appropriate we go get soaking wet
Toast, we met, become close associates
The place is ours by now I can embrace your style
So much flavor I can
her new pearls
No way, get my bag up, sell my kidney
Yes, I'm pamper, I ain't pissy
Watch my meat spin, make her dizzy
Need no reason, I ain't picky
keep loosing all my niggas got me fed up
I'm screaming fuck a deal might sign myself to get my bread up
A nigga kilt Quan how you gone tell me
Keep my
get me heated or y'all in trouble
Bass bins booming make the dancehall bubble
Letting loose all up in the honkey tonk
With the shoopa doopa doo
these nails, when I am stopping your talk
Cuz I am bomb like I'm formed by Robert Oppenheimer
No benign talks, till I cause you fuckers fear me
Can't do
apartment?
How come when we talk it always seem to end up that we argue?
Why do you get so defensive when I talk about your father?
When you're home you aren't
out of 10 they gon’ doubt me
10 out of 10 I’ma make ‘em sing this proudly
RIP to Bloudy, I’ma say it loudly
Remember I was down, now I’m up, Robert
.jpg/229px-Robert-Palmer-Sunset-Strip-(edit).jpg "Robert Palmer")
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