Lyrics:
friend
Do you have WINDOWS frontend!
I say, brothers I am your friend
I work for WINDOWS backend!
What is your registration number...
What is your
is my late registration
Yeah yeah
This is my late registration
One time for my late registration
Yeah this is my late registration
I'm up I'm late I
you I don't need you!
The world don't need you
Don't let them deceive you
Numbers lie too, fuck your pride too
That's for dedication
Thought money would
voter registration
Dr Sebi trynna show us what the way is
Y'all see how they do greatness
Y'all see how they do greatness
Me and the homie back on
This
Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at?
Fuck the FCC, tell 'em bleep that
(We ain't no fashion killas nigga, we fashionable killas y'all
Put it in Drive
License registration ya number
Drive it, Put it in Drive
Far from basic, they just fall under
Drive it, Put it in Drive
Ain't no
the carrot on the stick
All I ever wanted was the sky
And all I've ever gotten was a lie
Just borders and frames
Numbers and names
Let's cut the line
kind before
Where you get that kind of dough
How you shot and still resisting we gon split yo cantaloupe
Public enemy number 1
Why I get arrested as soon
shawty her number, fasho
Yeah I get it, then I bone, then I hit it like bone bone
Now you fucking up my zone, my zone, my zone
Said she wait when daddy
shawty her number, fasho
Yeah I get it, then I bone, then I hit it like bone bone
Now you fucking up my zone, my zone, my zone
Said she wait when daddy
window
Slipped his gun down under his seat
The glove-box was full of cocaine
The trunk was full of weed
"Driver's license and registration,"
Said
shawty her number, fasho
Yeah I get it, then I bone, then I hit it like bone bone
Now you fucking up my zone, my zone, my zone
Said she wait when daddy
window.
Slipped his gun down under his seat.
The glove-box was full of cocaine
The trunk was full of weed.
"Driver's license and registration,"
Said
compromised
I am the one that they warned about
Niggas gone talk but don't talk about
All of the numbers they used to be doing
Same ones are the main ones
THIS BIG DAWG
CHASE A PUP
THEY SAID
LEEKHVSTLE
AINT THE ONE
CATCH EM SLIPPEN
ONE BY ONE
YOU CAME IN LAST
IM NUMBER ONE
THIS GONE FCC THE CITY UP
I GOT
focused on money, keep them numbers doubling
If it ain't about amounts then it ain't about nothing
Still on my hustle, bitches still love him
Big block
cuff me, I'm sippin 2-11
Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner and put you in heaven
Lucky number 667, I mean 666
I got six clips to the fuckin'
foreign, yeah
They was comment, laughin'
Now we number one in Paris, yeah
Wake up every mornin' and I can touch the sky
I know they gon' hate, but they
shawty her number, fasho
Yeah I get it, then I bone, then I hit it like bone bone
Now you fucking up my zone, my zone, my zone
Said she wait when daddy
A tumor on our ass (We want answers)
For bad manners (And the use of police scanners)
So we jottin down their numbers (In our pocket planners)
For
(d.a. got that dope)
Okay
Tell my lil' nigga to spin, he got himself into some beef
Did a number job, and switched the van, a stolo SRT
They
countries were diligent
We barely made any effort to stop the virus
You'd stay in when the numbers are low
You'd go out when the numbers are high
Cause all I
a beeper
Switching my number like standard procedure
C300 I’m rolling wit EI$A
200 For lunch but I rather get pizza
Running the point feel like Gilbert
might be 21 or she might be 85
And she’s probably already got your long card number
Photoshop yourself into a memory
And show the world ‘cos of course
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