Lyrics:
dollar car where I sit
And my broad is the shit
Crenshaw in the 6
Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the Crips
You either ball or you brick
first time I met her, I saw her from across the room
And instantly we both became consumed by the thought
Of she and I being together, so I headed in her
and percision in the walk
And the way that she talk
Make my mouth turn to chalk
She give me everything that I don't get at home
And it seems like I'm a man
It To Me Rough
Mr please, Drop Me At My Job
Mr please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
Mr please, Can I Use Your Car
If any man can do all this
He
So what the fuck gotta say
Fuck Mr. Clynch coming' straight from the playground
Lil whore got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so Chase
of nowhere, I was struck
I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.
Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest
My eyes closed shut, and I
my throat dry even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami chocha and drive her loca
We never ride far, packed five in a car
Save money for the drinks, I
my throat dry even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami chocha and drive her loca
We never ride far, packed five in a car
Save money for the drinks, I
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
of them niggas is finna get whacked
I sip Wock', I don't sip 'gnac
Paranoid in the car, can't sit back
I do more Percs than Lil Gotit
Ask about Pap'
They
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they miss the nice guy but there's no more Mr. Nice Guy
On the real, I done had enough of people
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
out of my business
'Posed to be in Mrs manning
But I skipped to Mrs gilbert
Hold up, let me play calling
Let me sneak out the building
Say, go to car
'm in trouble.
Need your assistance on the double.
Oh no! now how am I gonna make
My old vinyl car top look like new?
Mr. Popeil!
Tell me, what am I
"Oh I know I'm drunk now
Ladies and gentleman, I for-
I forgot my favorite man sitting over there
His name is"
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
"Oh I know I'm drunk now
Ladies and gentleman, I for-
I forgot my favorite man sitting over there
His name is"
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Lil, momma know I like my kisses down low
Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins
Pull up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like
I'm sorry you had to hear all this business, he started running that tape.... I've just been
sitting in here on my own, being variously.... twiddling
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo car
Mrs. Parker I don't even know her first name
Mrs. Parker she just wanna have fun
Let's Drive to Vegas
Get married by
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne,
R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe
Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit
Pulling live out of Philly
Young nigga love popping bad bitches
It's the dream team bitch mr philadelphia
Philly in this bitch, Meek Million
Jalil Beats, holla at me
All I ever wanted was a
Million and a bad
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