Lyrics:
Or your life
Take the risk
Young nigga might
Do it once
Do it twice
Need a freak
I don't need a wife
Beat the pussy
Nigga Ike
Need a bitch
Never met
like we live we love
Get in our path of money
And your head get bust
Nigga I live like an old man
But I'ma young man
With bout three million dollars
But never could fit the shoes of his wife
You could tell by the finger
Nails, clean, hair diced up, every four days
A weekly routine, where he lived
charm, thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
And life ain't
bust down
(Bust down)
Yeah baby, go bust down
I'm the hottest nigga in my town
Can't wife the hoe
Cuzz she been around
Yeah nigga
So money better be
Eagle side, homie coming up
I was young and I didn't give a fuck
Long Beach nigga, a fiend for the bucks
Lean in my chucks, banger, I'm tough, yeah
I just wanna know daddy, do you love us or not
Cause you always be with your wife and lot
And you know we'll hate your wife forever
All the time we
shit slugs gone fly
I'm from the hood called BI
Where them thugs got to survive, like the hills have eyes
We watch them cops ride by
I got my wife
collecting tips
By 30 buy a house for my wife & kids
Or will I become a statistic
Cause lately these niggas
Been actin' suspicious
Will I be waitin' for trial
world would be shattered, concise
I got my Nana, got my mom, and a future wife
Ik we're young but with her rules don't apply
This connection coming up
“You try to make the most of your time By soaking your watch in wine Yeah, well, if it softens up and falls apart Go press it in a calendar and call me”
dividends
Baby girl want me to wife her, I tell her, "It depends"
Gotta make sure she a rider or I ain't feeling it
Gotta make sure she a rider, gotta be
Since a young nigga I admired the crack sellers, seen my uncle steal
From his mother, now that's the money that I'm talking 'bout
Think about it,
Scratch HOOK
They dont want money they want violence
The streets fucked its off balance
They dont want money they want violence
Snitchin and tellin
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
money, all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin' large, you tell me it's trouble
Congratulations on the weddin', I hope your wife know
She
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
money, all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin' large, you tell me it's trouble
Congratulations on the weddin', I hope your wife know
She
across seas on glaciers
Four shotguns that got fucked by Geisha
Still gracious, still able to twist out darts
Just grew tougher skin from swimming with
for anxiety
Bitch you ain’t no wife for me
You tried to lie to me
V6 hyper speed
Doing driving by’s silently
I ain’t talk or walk in cheap
Im in
and on the charts
I got creative took the money that I made
And bought a beat machine now it's
Me and T-Dot up late
And I volunteer at detention centers
To be
money and his late wife’s jewels
Facing a road he’d not trodden before
A road full of kindness and a path merciful
For he ended up knocking on an old
crack
By seventeen
Eighteenth street where I played that
Nineteen - on the corner with
Twenty in they straps
Playing with my money like
Playing with my
.jpg/300px-Dream_Wife_(band).jpg "Dream Wife")
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