Lyrics:
for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be rich
Put them 20's on my Benz so you know I got so mens
Keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your
spinnin' 'em cuz
Young Don draped in Sean John, we millennium thugs
Drive my widebody wreckless, in Texas I got the best flow
So much ice up on my chest,
the Timberlands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your
spinnin' 'em cuz
Young Don draped in Sean John, we millennium thugs
Drive my widebody wreckless, in Texas I got the best flow
So much ice up on my chest,
I lit up from Reno
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night
Till the morning came around
Set out running but I'll take my
won't be involved
That's my word
See I'm not the one
They got me confused
They got me messed up
Don't you think I've had enough
When it comes
reminisce
Wishing that our lives would finally begin
But now we're in 20's and wonder what's happening
I miss when we were kids
Making memories that we'll
B-I, what up? Long as I got a voice
You got a voice my nigga yessir
BK stand up, Brooklyn throw your hands up
If you with me, lick a shot for Biggie
I'm about making 20's
Andrew Jacksons get turned to Benji's
If I feel like that boy offend me
Then imma pop out with a different semi
Everyday nigga
on what the Lord had done
He said: "K-Dot, can you pray for me?
Been a messed up day for me
Know that you anointed
Show me how to overcome"
He was lookin'
messed up
You breaking my good luck
You wishing for miracles
Living through shit, you’re crying hysterical
Settle for everything
Complain about everything
you smoke one now,
They'll electrocute you to death
I got god on my intellect
Godzilla by the neck
When the nigga come through, who you wanna holla
picky motherfucker
Cuz I hit and won't again
Ok let's do simple math
Take a hunnit times by 2
Now you got 2 hunnit thousands
Filled wit 20's and some blue
to take me by the hand
If you want to
I think this is how love goes
Check yes or no"
Now we're grown up and she's my wife
Still like two kids with
Yeah we got issues, take a flag with you
Dressed up, messed up put on a show
So the whole damn world's gonna know
That we were here (yeah, yeah,
I don't fit in
I'm a messed up kid
And I got twenty in my pocket
But I'm broke within
I don't fit in
I'm a messed up kid
I got all that I need
When I
Rooftops, dirty thoughts, all I got is twenty bucks
Nights so breezy make it look easy
Local cuts, pizza crust, leave a message on the bus
Full
to Vegas, they're leavin' me behind
What I wouldn't give to be twenty one, wild and free
Open up a cold one and drink it legally
Chase a bunch of girls,
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Have mercy on me Father
'Cause I've been robbin'
I've been stealin'
I've been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
or Lex (Throw dem up) you got di keys to di Ex
(Throw dem up)
You nuh give a damn about people (Throw dem up)
Yuh mad yuh got di keys to di vehicle
it's that nigga Boosie
30 chains on his neck, look at him, that nigga stupid
He on parole but look around 'em, he got 22 toolies
I trained 20 niggas,
is you
BR
BR
BRTRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: *say* One of the singers messed up here. Doris sings "won't say who"
BRbut Buddy sings "won't TELL who"
BR
loved by one of them
Size 14, 16, 18, 22, 24 in style again
I mean them big fat cuties back in style again
You ain't had no juicy Lucy until you've been
I'm saying mane
I got this shit in all 20's so you know it look stupid nigga
2-2k
2k
2k
2k
P-Pocket
3k, 4k
4-4k
5k
I-I-I got 2k
In my pocket
2k
2k
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