Lyrics:
like my boy Saint Nick
Cranberry mix with the great goo spiff
Put it in the air, nigga light that shit
Baby girl bring a few friends back
You fuckin with
(Rokkstar)
They be talking about Bitcoin, but they really know what it is and what it do
Big Bitcoin bully
Big Bitcoin boss
Hit my take profit every
7 streams of pay
So I can get Thru my day
cause ima mix the work with play
work so hard so i can play
A lot of them they got to play
While I fought
the other way
You know I got it under way, Sir.
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
got no pull, mix the Henny with some Red Bull
Got lean on the ice rocks
Lot of shots in this nice Glock
They can never take my spot
I'ma spin down on my
I don't hear it if it isn't in my mix
In my mirror I see the realest in this bitch
Two fingers in the air
Peace fuck y'all
Cold shoulder got it made
Dropped a song all by myself I did the mix and mastering
Yeah yeah
Lord knows it could be better but the point is that I did it
Don't got no time
the Kinect, it's hot
It can recognize me when I step on the spot
(Welcome back, master) i got my own robot!
You want customization? That'll give
You a lot it
to everybody
So if I hit you with a "W-Y-D"
You better hit me with, "Yes sir, I'm writing everything you need"
I told you I was gonna take the summer back
So
bang, look at the way my chain glow
The ring on my fing' cost your
Man a lot of dough (Oh)
The fuck am I bustin' my brain fo'?
It's just the way the game
and Remy, that shit been better
Shot gon' take it wherever if they try to end me
Know a nigga got a bullet loaded, tryna write my ending, oh (Gangsta
Bang bang same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
[Slick Rick]
But I'm his Royal Slickness
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
Never had nobody in my corner from the jump
We ain't on the same page
You judge a book by its front
cll they see is the leaves
Not the trunk
own man nah I don't need a teacher
Got a lot of flavors but I swear it gets sweeter
Got a lot layers peel back like chiquita
I still mix a little bit
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
I'm gettin' splashed
And that Lamborghini liftin' the stash, even gettin' the mass
While some haze to mix with the hash, what up
Pass that blunt
fuckin lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot
Alot of MC's came to my showdown
TO watch me put your fuckin ass ho down
Now you should go alozaro?
With outa
I pass, the popcorn, the mix I drop on the mic
gon', have you hummin my song, all the way home
It's cool and as long, as you and the song, be
Lot of friends but mi trust nobody
They don't love me
They love my money
That be why a dey find more milli milli
Inna small time ago ride in ma ghini
down then mix it up, take it back, get number one
Talking with that same crew, you got my back and I got you
You know my lyrics, I came through, pick it
Break ki's down to oz's
Never buy any dope
Without weighin it on the triple beam
Fuck soda use be -12
Keep a stash for the tryin to take
She built like a mascot,man im from The same block unfortunate nigga
Surrounded by havenots if you show Your stash spot you better off dead
Put a hole
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