Lyrics:
in the club
Still dames got no rights in the club
Party by the disco lights in the club
We spend a lotta cash in the club
But we don't got it on smash
no public - it's just you and your
Snakes and me and some niggas that love me!
See you could just hate - but
Me and these niggas is grubbin!
We
Uh... Yeah
I ain’t wanna see him dead and I hate that he in a cell
All yo dogs don’t go to heaven, he living his life in hell
He ain’t like that slow
that you stayed there for me
And all the years comin' for our future together
Whole lotta growth, whole lotta gettin' better
This love unconditional,
done felt a lotta pain
I done seen a lotta things
Somebody that's gon never change
That's gon be the only thing
To keep me right up in your face
I pray
faker than bitches I stay by myself
And that pack ain't no cookie I know by the smell
Vet ain't no rookie you know by the belt
Top 5 all in they lists
give a fuck if you don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck you gotta lotta love
Yeah that's right motherfuckers
It's (hed)pe and suburban noize so
(I-I love you) I got 20 bands with me, I'm counting my stacks, I'm never alone
And I got the baddest bitch out there, that ain't my bitch, that my
the highest paid wage
So loyalty's to be shown
Imma show it on stage
I hope your kinda love is forever
Love ain't a gamble casino
My home not for splits like
Spent a lotta time just to get right here
Did a couple things I ain't did last year
Made a couple hits that they just might hear
They said that I'd
what you say
'Cause their ain't no stallin'
When the death come callin'
The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun (gun)
I think I
220 on that dash
Hop in that whip lets ride
Nigga ain't know he was already dead
You can get high when you die
Niggas be broke but talking is cheap
Put
a dope, love the mother, or she loves to a ho
So I dig her a lot, and although shorty honey break nigga
How you figure, he a big rat money makin nigga
Cute
I need more Broccoli (Dollarmin D)
There's a lot of peeps I got to feed
I'm constantly on the hunt for the cheese
Ain't shit changed
Get a lotta
break a leg but know you want me limpin'
Off the jump girl you was trippin'
I ain't trippin'
Lotta nights I ask forgiveness
There's no love to give out
to the relish
Lotta times we gone cherish, niggas copy like parrots
Bust down a lotta karats with my name embedded
Shitting on niggas is a habit, ain't no plate
Marble floor in my brand new crib
This the life that I wanted still
Got a hole and it burn my chest
Mash the chip that's still in my shoulder
Ain't
(that's real)
I ain't bragging about the money, I'm just saying I ain't controlled by the bank account
Or the bank amounts
I'm a businessman but don't
pass me by
Watchin' you out of the corner of my eye
With a big booty and them healthy thighs
Let a nigga get a lil' piece of that pie
You ain't all
But I'll still do my best
Demons tryna shoot me down
Think I need a vest
Lotta pain, that's why I been depressed
Now I'm making profit off the pain
But
finna have em looking
The bitch told me she love me
She the reason I'm so crooked
She took that dick in the backseat
And I had her neck crooked
I ain't
and OJ by the glass
If we make to the spot, ain't no telling what a nigga on, but Ima be up on that ass
If I offer you the Crown, you a ten, you a 5 Star
Got the world in my hands and it's mine
Got the whole wide world in my hands
got tricks up my sleeve
cnd a whole lotta plans God damn
I ain't got
just don't know it yet
Waiting on a day to float by with my niggas
Waiting on a day that I ain't hide from a killer
No weed, we be on a job for
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