Lyrics:
understands
The car is now a wrinkled beast, its old exhausted engine dead
We plug in diagnostic kits but they confirm the things we said
So step by step
I ain't goin' in the club, 'less I got the tool on
Goin' against the gang, that's the way you get shoot on
Code red, I don't give a fuck who I knew
and steam, pull off anything
Rose gold Rolex, right face, could've bought it green
White and gold links on my neck, car fuck up the scene
You'll be off
that's for loosе lips
Got the tools in
Spark a nuisance, killed thе club
When was you invited?
My neck, my wrist, my car, my crib
Yeah, all that shit, try
mom's car to a shop pray they can fix her
Clickity persnickety suspension an enigma
At least to minds never delved in so simple
Everything's connected
mom's car to a shop pray they can fix her
Clickity persnickety suspension an enigma
At least to minds never delved in so simple
Everything's connected
the commas to left
No honor no respect
For fresh shoes and sweats, noose to necks
Goons with tools on deck
That ah make Vladimir Putin sweat
Yellow tape hear
The Last MOB Flyin' The Bugatti With The Tool On The Seat
Put the K in the car while we ridin' blaze
Put the chopper on the pussy in the driveway
Bet
Put my music on and stay happy bitch
I stay stacking shit for telling me i can't be rich
I put ice on my body then i spark the flame
Walk in the club
CMB, we in the buildin' Swag Out hundred
Always Strapped when I hit the club
Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid, niggas
Always Strapped when I hit the club
Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid, niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
fuck with unc', he's super cool
Nigga tried to sell me a set of tools
I told him, "Unc'
They make the type of tools I use
Tools I got'll make a nigga
I got the whole club nodding like the 'yes man'
I'm in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man
Okay tool on deck
why you keep that tool like dat?
Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (aye, aye)
How you get so high like dat?
Why your eyes like dat?
the crowd
And keep a big ass tool that's loud, that'll move the crowd
Only play the club dog if the music loud
Just boots, strictly airs, no shoes allowed,
Excuse me
Mhh?
This is your car?
Yeah, you've seen me get into the car, why?
I like it
You like this car?
I love it
You got here pretty fast and you
brought this synthetic hero in
My bars are like Oxy tablets
I'll fucking catch you in the fucking hood
And pop up with a large
Tool like a car mechanic
crap up in the club
That's why my tool be cocked, niggas mad 'cause my shoes be blocked
And my jewels be rocked
If you a playa, you wouldn't be in my
I'm no Russian
Not even Prussian
Doorman at the yacht club
Was my one claim to fame
Some say I'm nervy
Hell, I'm from Jersey
This chasin'
better stop playin wit me (repeat 6x)
[master p over repeated line from 3x on]
Tear da club up nigga! (2x)
Whassup now?? huh!
Tear da club up nigga!
pulled up at 6:30 in his 745
As he wavin' his shorty hi, you know he showin' his bling out
She got in the car, he drove, he pulled his thing out
His
oh [16x's]
[All Star]
Yea this All Star Cashville's Prince
From Cashville to M-Town to ATL
When ya in the club and its a hater in your face
Go
dough is all I know
The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
The Sixes on the Chevy
So I gotta move slow
You see me step off in the club
And my chain
pulled up at 6:30 in his 745
As he wavin' his shorty hi, you know he showin' his bling out
She got in the car, he drove, he pulled his thing out
His
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