Lyrics:
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I’m not a Rolly with a tick tock
Atlanta repper in the home of the Yankee
Rose wood suit on with the hanky
I got rich from the zones of the stanky
don’t put me on standby, wrong guy
Ain’t the type to just stand by and watch I
Am just a man still you know I need love I
Know you know It want more than
She sitting down
He like to go
He like the road
She like it private
He like it loud
He like the crowd
She like it silent
She like the movies
Filled
through regrets[03:17.99]Home boy relax[03:18.92]Together we can make a lot of bags[03:20.86]Hit and Dash[03:21.51]Your ass on a Cadillac[03:22.84]What is
is just
She'll wanna get stuck
On a country road
Get stuck, no she don't wanna go home
Get stuck, wrapped up so tight
Layin' on a blanket watchin'
O.M.B., my brother, bring on the bass
There's dollars to be made and posses to waste
Pass by the hood to pick up the gat
Stop by the studio for the new
had to be so doggone bad?
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
would go home but ain't no news
Jail house man won't let me go
If
demo out, tell that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this before
Whatever, just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
Uptight,
of you unclean spirits,
I'm runnin' you outta town
Depression, strife,
disease and fear, your posse's goin' down
-Boy, last tenderfoot who
talked that big
rhymes is a pistol whip now
Cheating spits these adulterous scripts out
Wrecking homes/holmes, the way these flows go'n go hit now
She said I wasn't a man
must be making you fucking depressed
You should go buy a vest for the niggas thats gunning gunning
If you step in Atlanta you running running
That's
tried to break my band up
Like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
Fuckin all them wiggers from that skate crew that hate you
Posse cut, whole fuckin
a hundred metronomes just waiting to go sync
So take ya pick but not the axe or the shovel
After hours I make beds rock like Barney Rubble
It's kinda subtle,
not.
I bought 'em for 99 cents apiece
You, You did?
I know where you can get 'em.
Here we go
For 99 cents
We're on
You got a better deal than I
bikini
From Compton, Watts to Pasadena
If you don't seen a fly girl it's a misdemeanor
The town to astound, city by the shore
Our posse's in the house
give a party when I go home
They'll come from near and far
They'll line the roads for miles and miles
With Irish jauntin' cars
The spirits'll flow
cousin caught a next shot
Out in yard, tryna line up a headshot
Flew back home tryna get it by the headlock
I was getting boxes, banging it in Z shots
go make beats for Jay Z
But I did move to NYC
Got a Yankee hat just like Hova (H to the Izzo)
Had to brush the dirt off my shoulder
I got 99 problems
just bagged the Instagram baddie, I'm finna go and plan our wedding
I'm finna crash out, I'm finna go and shoot up Walmart
We could both come home with
More problems
But I keep it 99 plus 1
If I had a 9 by my side
3.5 in the blunt
Could I barter with the cat for my tongue
If I had a nigga with cash
Who's
go, feel my fukin' flow
like john luc piccard from star-trek, the show
We're living life hard and smoking on the joe
page three model giving my cock
back window with a bubble in the middle
Who's car is it? Posse won't say
We all play it off when you look our way
Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up
(on go)
Got some pain on my mind, need a beat, I know Bud'da got me
Bike life, cuz did a drive-by on a blue Ducati (bang, bang)
Remember beggin' my
home when I'm awake, but he shows up when I sleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare, on my street
It was a Saturday evening if I remember it
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