Lyrics:
gotta a lot, partner I'm almost to the top
I gotta cop new watch, fresh grill and new cloths
I'm trying to come back candy low, side ways on fours
I
But I'm cut from a different cloth
Tell my competition lay low
I'm in the booth and over my head you can see a halo
Why am I the best? 'Cause I say
shit up louder
Im naughty by nature so guard your grill when im around
Im cool as a ice cube still the wickedest man alive
Streets is a motherfucker cash
Okay, let's get into this cloth talk
I don't care for small talk
Huey P whenever I walk
Louis V inside the crosswalk
All the shit that I bought
Gave
Well I see triple like Ricky Ross
Hand over the cloth, cloth over gun
Gun over your jaw, bullet over your tongue
Stick my dick inside hip
Hop and shorty
a different cloth
You can't be scared to take a L you'll never be a boss
They traded talent out for likes the rap game is lost
I feel a feeling in the air
Nigga walk up in the spot
Wearing that same shit Jesus used to wear (Egyptian cloths)
The other nigga talking that fly shit
(La musica de Harry
Nigga walk up in the spot
Wearing that same shit Jesus used to wear (Egyptian cloths)
The other nigga talking that fly shit
(La musica de Harry
I blow it all on a chain
I blow it all on a watch
I blow it all on a grill
Cuz niggas be talkin alot
I blow it all on a wheel
Whip it right off
doe, I gat a frozen hand/I let the rollie spin and let the rosey spill/Big B’s on the watch with the frozen grill/see its chunks on my shit so he chose
And the shield is like a beacon light the pathway to Nirvana
My iced grill gaze through marijuana haze
Through every single phase of this takeover (Unh)
No need
And the shield is like a beacon light the pathway to Nirvana
My iced grill gaze through marijuana haze
Through every single phase of this takeover (Unh)
No need
needed
Food to eat and spare some change please. I took him into the closest grill and
Paid for all he could eat it warmed my heart as he said thank you
percent
Fly, cut cloth, it's like the baddest bitch in Brazil
We know what it feels
That's why we be composed and drill
And keep our wizzes hittin'
performing
Fucking on a bitch, 'cause she whipping in a foreign
Grills all in my mouth thought that I was George Foreman
Skirt off in a 'Rari yeah you know
dont talk cheap
Carats on my grill
Cost a lot
I'm the wave bro
The style you hopping on
Is just a drop
I don tried
But To tell the trush
I can never
like a grill
You can find em in my mouth
Fuck around and find out
Fuck around and find out
All jaw no hands
In them far off lands
Get swallowed by them
the paper kills different (the Meth Lab, nigga)
Hear me out, my zeal is ill, hunnid percent
Fly, cut cloth, it's like the baddest bitch in Brazil
We know
grill, nigga, put your money where your mouth is
I'm in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer
Nigga walk up in the spot wearing that
Same shit Jesus used to wear
(egyptian cloths)
The other nigga, talking that's fly as shit
Could have been
call them fraggle rocks
But we cut from a different cloth
Moavant Safari, my nigga that's a different cost
See the smoke, garlic, aeoli, that's
And I'm smoking an eighth a day, I might end up a mental patient
Terry cloth bathrobes, blunts and ashtrays
White wine in flute glass, early morning
Emilio or Bubba
I'm aimin for a video cover, huge tall bustas
A pound and a philly hold the smuggler
G=Unit's whats up right now
The Gucci cloth is
job nigga, I am overqualified
I'm the kind of nigga whose cloth
It be hard to find
Integrity? I put mine over dollar signs
A nigga play me, then he out
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