Lyrics:
here for the money
Shit get ugly when you feel no one love you
He think I trustem boy I really don't trust you
Meek Mill give me sumn to look up to
Ima
Sorry Lyrics by Temivibes
English and Yoruba Language used
Temi vibes
Oh uh uh uh
(It’s doctor big money on the beat)
Oh baby I’m knocking door
up in the kitchen bring dat heat
and bringing dat heat
If you ain't talking about making money then don't say none
This one for all my hustlers in
a part of surviving shittt OG and Dusse keep my bent chasing after big blue faces how my time spent say she love to see the lil gold when I'm smiling
em pour some mo drank in my cup
I'm hypnotized by her big booty butt
Take her dinner and then treat her like a slut
Chill on the beach while we smoke
bitches wanna hold your hand in public
But that shit never fly like I'm Dj Khaled
I’m a problem (Nah, nah, nah)
I’m a big one
Custom watches got a nigga
time around
I spits fire, it's like the rhymes are rounds
In a big ass block of the bitch-ass niggas
Who wan' hate, 'cause they don't get cash with us
ain’t sign no deal the bitches I fuck be from far away . She know that I’m thuggin my niggas be bustin wake up ta mo money I’m hard to day . Another young
gettin’ picked up.
Ass ain't got a stick up.
At last I'm gettin’ hungry.
All y’all slow-mo like the honey.
Man, I need it by Monday.
Not someday bitch
And the money is a small issue
We big shots who gives a fuck about a small pistol?
Scoop told me i should take down names
Ya'll should thank him
I was about
Westside here we go
Back with my flows
You ain't even know
Now I live in MO (hoe)
I be back in the CA
Babes sunbathing on the beach
Alleyways filled
devour, come fuck me in the shower
I'm the muthafucka with the
Money and the power
Get paid by the hour, ya mans looking sour
Uh, my main thang was to be
it right now, gotta do it right now
When I spit it, no, you know I'm never lost
Hold up, tell me big, how much is a pie cost?
Let me get it, let me
you about Jesus who's the leader of the new school
You thinking you's cool you emcees is lost boys
Got no cash money you juvenile like some hot boys
I
Them lies as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise
Walk into the school house
Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool
come over by yourself solo
She tryna suck my meat though
Big Loso doing what the fuck, when i want
These hoes on my meat though
And imma let her suck
Vedder
Fed up
With righty bozos
And lefty homos
Fuck with em no mo
I go go
No fucking gadget
You getcho bag yet?
So big you drag it!
Your hearts
- Slick Rick's about to come on
Go to your room!
So now I'm sixteen, tryin to fuckin mix things
No money in my pockets just desires and some big
like ha ha ha! Let's go
[Chorus]
They know, I'm Lo, I'm see, E-O
I'm back, for mo', you ready, let's go
Yeah! Yeah, come fly with me
I hear 'em
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool
Male or female, you want to be set
In the big mansion drinking
with a shot two or three
Yeah I’m in the zone
I like to mix rose mo’ with ma Patron
The only life I know put that in a song
So take two birds forty in
Ke bone mosadi
And she's serious ga a nyake papadi
She wants a wedding dress but I do not have money
Ya magadi
Will she love me?
I hope that this
show ya how to ball, take notes and keep looking
Stay tuned to the show and see what Thugga got cooking
Money back guaranteed, everyday I'm a go off
on your sister's wall
The same dude, that your big sister call
All day all night, but she not my type
Unless she the type, to up it in one night
I tend
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