Lyrics:
I drive too fast on the I-5
Got hoes in LA that be cloudin' my mind
I feel like Pele how I kick it in stride
They on my celly always quick to invite
Be sick with it though
Be quick with it though
If you can handle
You'll get the cash flow
Be sick with it though
Be quick with it though
If you can
rij
Te weinig zelfvertrouwen uit te stralen
Quick quick slow who ho in achtenvijftig ging dat zo
Een pas voorwaards twee opzij en dan het been er
most high, I need me some dough
I been sitting, thinking, reminiscing on some quick bands
I been drowning in some quicksand
Sitting, thinking,
sideways
Not putting your sins in broad day
Turns out you were living the wrong way
Bounce with me
Bounce with me quick
Dodging the s***
Turn me up lit
I'm
I'm moving quick love
Moving quick
I'm moving quick love
Moving quick
I'm moving quick love
Moving quick
I'm moving quick love
(Aye, what, aye, what,
Count up, count up, count up, quick
Tied down, running out, we balling now, quick
Run it up, run it up, run it up, quick
We around again, huh,
shit
herbsman, why linger on?
Just concentrate, 'cause heaven lives on
Retired slave men will look with a scorn
With a transplanted heart (yes, how quick they
If you got ana, well, nigga, now go
Boy, you don't want it 'cause I am too crunk
Quick to get dubbed and don't give a fuck
Blastin' at suckas who
Don't be so quick to walk away (dance with me)
I wanna rock your body, please stay (dance with me)
You don't have to admit you wanna play (dance
DDon't be so quick to walk away (dance with me)
I wanna rock your body, please stay (dance with me)
You don't have to admit you wanna play (dance
As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Slaughterhouse up in this bitch
Get your bitch, make it quick
I be kicking game
On my name I'm convinced
I can pimp a dollar out of fame and get rich
Just like I be switching lanes
I can change on you quick
And my silence cries
(Hurry, hurry, quick, quick)
I need a man who's gonna do me right
(Hurry, hurry, quick, quick)
Somebody who will surely satisfy
(Tryna get my quick fix, I'm on the mix)
(Nothin' for me nigga, don't gotta fix)
(I be gettin' bigger, I'm on the mix)
(Catch me on the six, I be-)
right now
Ain't not time for messing around
But it won't take a minute
Baby come kiss me quick
The satire feeling right here
Make this unforgettable
right now
Ain't not time for messing around
But it won't take a minute
Baby come kiss me quick
The satire feeling right here
Make this unforgettable
(yeah)
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot out the whip, shoot at the kid
Shoot at the bitch, quick, reload the clip
Choppa won't miss, Blicky won't
don’t know how to act, switch up at the drop of a hat
I just find it funny how
Then I get I text message on the quick quick
Oh lawd get a load of dis
nothing to sign
I was fully convinced and now the torch was lit.
I put my trust in faith that I would get rich quick
My confidente said...
I got
chase
And we feel it all the while outside
All the people we like but push away
Hear it all around just a little quick fix
Digging up the ground to get
Baby, break a line up quick cus lately i've been having withdrawal sickness
Baby, break a line up quick
Break a line up quick
Bust it down, break it
Quick fix, never talk to jesus
Can’t even say the name not feeling
World weight and a hopeless heartache
Straight sad, tried that, felt bad
my own voice, place it all in microphones
Think quick
What means the world to you right now
Think quick
What makes you wanna step on down
Think quick
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