Lyrics:
short to BK brawl
Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (woo)
My new Benz better than your truck by far
Bitch, suck my balls
You either smoke crack
a bitches point of view
It's us against the world, you got me in your corner, boo
I'm gettin' money, I can go and buy a bitch a body
Mind over matter, so
my niggas'
Let's be friends, throw your hands in the air
There's no need to front
Let's see you just throw your hands in the air
Let's be
Bitch, the fuckin' elevator in my mansion's broke (see?)
I have to walk like half a block to get a can of Coke (damn)
And Candace O, I ain't mad at her
matches that on the street
The black smoke gets your head into a muddle, like
Walking into elephant syringes in the puddle, like
I was a country boy when
that live by the gun gonna die by the beam
I'm making deals with the devil, I can buy you a dream
I've seen, murder scenes (scenes), hoes get done
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
At thug mansion
A place to spend my quiet nights,
by the sun and blown by the wind and finally washed away by the rain
So he went to his friends to get some help from them but their crops and their
of the town, thinking you know everything 'bout
A nigga 'cause them bitches talk loud in them beauty shop
Gossip before your man came get ya
Youtube clips
when I smoke and drive
[Verse 2:]
First of all til you ball like this
You don't put this type of pimp in your swish
Get it we smoking on that poison
Yeah
Cigarette smoke steady fuckin up my vibe
And the smoke steady getting in my eye
A nigga just tryna ride
And that nina by my side
The only thing
, you know
Uh, here go, here go my licensee right here
Okay"
Trunk full of yola (yola), here's the situation ('uation)
Flash light in my eyes, he
like
And the smoke got my eyes on kung pao
Did it for the Bay
Got the world goin' dumb now
We gettin' bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back
a look at the moon, 'bout as bright as your eyes
We got plenty of space, go ahead and recline
Take a puff of that, get a sip of this wine
Yeah, feelin'
Two in their ass and one in their head
And bitch I ain't stopping 'till
I get this bread
I know that you heard me but do as I said
I'd rather be than
like tsunami tides
In my eyes
Never getting dry,
So I get high,
Smoke away the days, never sleep with the light on
Weeks pass in the blink of an eye
she ain't lookin' for love
Smoke that loud up by the pound, she get champagne and drink it up
Hope you ain't a Caption Save Her cause she ain't lookin'
If it was sess Son niggaz would smoke this shit up
So wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
The forty third conviction, incarcerated in hell
Put that smoke in the sky
But a hustler'll hustle what
A jacker's a jack
Southside, southside let me know where you at
My nigga!
Get crunk in this
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
At thug mansion
A place to spend my quiet nights,
in yo' eye, blast, make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial life
So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew
As just a man
find your way back
Chop 'em down, chop 'em down chop 'em down, chop 'em down
Said time flies by like clouds passing in the sky
Lifetimes even gone
jacuzzi bubbling with sky lights
Smoke cool L jueal kill a niggas eye sight
Wal mart stops in eight seven like damn right
My wrist stay glistening
Two
was standing still
All of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said "Boys this ones marked for me"
But by then the tail
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