Lyrics:
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts
All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
were never been to blame
And now my eyes are open
And now my heart is closing
And all the tears
All the lies
All the waste
I've been trying to make
and the beeper number is all you can spell that's cool
'cause Ima beep you like a pimp then sit by the phone
waiting for the chance to make ya all my own
(chorus:
up? (hoo, ohh)
Pray for me, seen it all in my dreams
Heard some talks in my world
Been some things I ain't seen
Pray for me, don't mind me by my
the famous
Son, you can have it (I'd rather be rich)
Fuck-nigga I walk in the club with my Ruger
All flood with ice on my Medusa
These niggas be duckin'
Yeah
Started as a joke, now this shit is dope
Got a lotta hope, spread my message like the Pope and they all go woah
Yeah my shit is like the snow
[Chorus]
I took my bitch to lennox mall I call it tricking off
50 bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across
Gucci, rick ross
So green feel like money all around me (yeah yeah)
Stepping to the beat to the beat beat beat
Too clean with the mix (mix)
With my girls in the club in
pop
Don’t go mix me up, no hot pot
Don’t go mix me up, no hot pot
It’s hard to see y’all in my box
It’s hard to see y’all in my box
Every moment in
look like Mariah
She got an ass like Nicki
Skin on queen Eliza
Majic wan de teaser ah
Baby come meet Caesar uh
Im don ski
Uh
And all my bitches bad
She
pushing
Tryna hit me some licks
What a player gotta do
To get thrown in the mix
I walked in the club with my new CD
Work mode I ain't tripping, no who see
or red ebony
Cake sweeter than Sarah lee
I love them all light as Mariah Chocolate as nestle come on.
It's 5 o'clock in
you niggas know how I'm stepping
It ain't shit neutral
I'm just staying out the mix
Cause the sauce gone come with some noodles
On my own time
Turn
can't be defined
Gonna make her all mine
Not slim just thick
My boys set picks
Strobe lights catch her lips
Extra clips, scratch this itch
DJ play my mix
play
Right on, right on in the club with my white on
Shawty got something tight on
And if that's your bitch then you might have to fight homes
a fiend up your means so the average growing
Of niggas tired of ramen selling regimen
The mix clean they can't specify the specimen
Wash my wins
Oh, woah-oh
And you can tell by when I'm rocking it's the hottest show, yeah
Baby I'm on my own tonight, I got control, yeah
Oh, woah-oh
And you
your eye tight on the pyre
Fire rise it cannot deep my empire
Bars yeah I carry the cannon, Mariah
Wilin' out, you know my net is a wild amount
Uni loan
em, y'all done done it
You have to buy a microscope to read the list of rappers' names that want it
What
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2 ]
Yo, shake my hand, I
probably put my dick inside of all the motherfucking pretty women in this bitch
Please don't get it fucked up, I'm that motherfucking nigga
They don't know
all fans of Hunch
Walking by faith don't always save you when you walking through the land
Cus all you see is sin at the bottom like the tv when
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
club mix
In and out, the scene, only want my green
No man not for me
Don't wanna be another mc, trying to be, wanna be, legacy
Talking bout something
[Chorus: x2]
I hope we can all get alone tonight
I`m tryin` to take me somethin` home tonight
Lay on my back talk on my phone and get my head lay
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