Lyrics:
hit song
You will
I'd make you guys really proud of you
We're already really proud of you
I'd get you some diamonds
Hmm, nauh. All I need is you
In my,
I just sold out the Garden
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then
Nigga can't out-stunt me when it come to these fuckin' cars, nigga
Believe that
You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride
then I don't brag
I know I'm bad, as long as I know I'm bad
I don't need y'all to co-sign no shit
You can just keep making them tired old threats
you back, the C.O.'s bitchin'" (oh, get the fuck up)
As James' trial date approached fruition
I'm goin' through my own trials, caught a gun possession
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
So welcome to the intro
Rap's changing by the window
Spraying Windex while I'm looking at the logo
Do I have faith uh yeah, fucking zero
Topics all
Everything is Lit
Down below with a Timberland
Get it all for flexin
So these haters keep checking
And if i focus on these haters
Baby i wont have more time
Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise
Aw shit, yeah
Y'all ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well, I brought some friends with me too
Seriously
I am like Edgerrin James
And you are like Zach: Wilson and Taylor combined
I've got
Half a mind
To kick you like Urban did Lambo that time
This
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
get it all inclusive
Now may I ask if you can
Find it in your spirit
To leave us all alone and go
And mind your fuckin' business
Lookin' in the mirror
Orchestrated, situated, petuated, reinstated
Then I created, you're happy that I made it
Take another hit, young nigga get faded
We're going all out, smoke till
like you on a tricycle
You caught up in the pickle but I get you out
I blow you a charge through your nose, not your mouth
Slow down! hoe damn! you're
head in with a pie peel.
You’re the type of guy that’s gonna die by chugging NyQuil.
Ya’ll are like the Coast Guard, while I’m the Navy Seals.
I’m Rick
horn (I need that funky horn)
Play that funky horn now (gimme that funky horn)
A break down, a break down, a break, get down
Dance everybody move
No fear
Pray for our sins, I
I pray for our souls, the
Tears that you're cryin'
Just let 'em all be forgiven (Lord forgive him)
Let 'em all be
No fear
Pray for our sins, I
I pray for our souls, the
Tears that you're cryin'
Just let 'em all be forgiven (Lord forgive him)
Let 'em all be
the system
She bust that pussy for data
She my Teyana, my Taylor
I aim at the target no laser
They never face at the carpet
You steal my shit get a lawsuit
pistol smokey
Bitch, don't approach me
Or get blasted by bitches with toasties up in the Kochi
Ever since I ran that money up nigga got mad friends
Cherry
to link a jezzy
On my 8520 and I couldn't link one
Squares was a game
Had me all stressed
Got finessed by my main
And he didn't get touched
Had me
to pipe down
We're only here to talk
You need to tell 'em that you not gon' let a nigga lay this pipe down
But this retrograde
I know you're here to throw
in them cages
Don't you get in my way cuz you ready know how my aim is
Turn all my street niggas to some king's Lebron James'n (Aye aye)
Woke up and I
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
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