Lyrics:
blunts for me to get high
Feel a bump when I ride by (I'm so hood)
I got 'em hatin' talking like plies
Niggas keep dropping like flies
Snitching ain't
I got a trap house and a trap car
100,000 off a cap, that's a trapstar
All this smoke got me feeling real nauseous
Riding with them bricks got me
of hundreds, let her spend my tens
Khaled told you pussy niggas all I do is win (Another one)
Rolex full of boogaloos, my dawgs in the pen
I'm fucking with
'mans' try a 'ting' and I'm punching teeth
I'm hungry G
not gonna stop till I got a new drop for a hundred Gs
flow kosher like a hundred jews
double that
[DJ Khaled]
Diaz Brothers
DJ Khaled
I rep my city
Dade County, let's go!
[Trick Daddy]
Dade County stand up right now
Always from Carol City
the fuck up
Grab that Glock and go be a man
I love my lil' brother
I'll shoot one 'bout 7-10
Come in yo' house with all
Black like I'm Sandman i'm evil
on a nigga
Let's get to work
Now I'm back in the crack house
Pyrax and the mac out
Like, this a pack house
This Atlanta coming up the road, got a call
My nigga
hey
The following is not a test, DJ!
I see the way you move and I picture you nude
Baby keep movin' that thing, baby keep movin' that thing
I
Hundred
Three Hundred
Four
I'm addicted
To paper
So I want More
Gimme Gimme
Money pon mi Brain Dawg
Everytime you see me
We ah brain storm like
control
Aoki rock that electro
That cobra snakes snap my photo
With those mono's, AO
I'm chillin' in the house like a 'G'
With the Bloody Beetroots
my photo
With those mono's, AO
I'm chillin' in the house like a 'G'
With the Bloody Beetroots rocking ill-frequencies
MSTRKRFT, 'Fist Of God',
my photo
With those mono's, AO
I'm chillin' in the house like a 'G'
With the Bloody Beetroots rocking ill-frequencies
MSTRKRFT, 'Fist Of God',
(Banger)
What up, nephew? Man, you know what it is
I wanna start this jawn just by sayin' man, I'm so proud of you, man
But after that, it's all
100 pints in, 100 pints gone
Trampoline trap, jumping to the moon
I make that pack boom, I be done by noon
I make 50 racks, in like 2 days
Got my
to speak, I've been winning on the street
I've been feeling like a Wednesday, surrounded by the week
This strong alone continue, fi di justice weh we seek
[Intro: Masta Killa]
We gon' take this back to old school
Off the head one time
Get the DJ set right here
Give 'em somethin' to scratch
Know what I
need a guest house, yea a guest house
Lately I been getting like mo' ass and less mouth
'Cause when they see that whip (skrrt), they start to think
I got the sauce
Your bitch at my house doing chores
Your call she ignores
(Brr, Brr)
I slid it in raw
Said this the last time but not the last time
it all and still ain't had enough
I'ma get mine, you get all me
Mouth full of drugs, a d-dope fiend
Got a house full of cars and it be like that
our favorite song playing in the spin
I said then we hit the dance floor
Fall in love again
DJ played your favorite song
And it went like this
We
that you can say...)
(“Yeah well, useless as I am at least I can move that from there to there”)
I want a hundred million dollars
A house in New York
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
daughters
I just want a house by the water (yeah)
And a bitch that pussy drip like water (mwah)
And a watch that drip drip like water (burr)
It's like
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
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