Lyrics:
loving, sweet, sweet
Come back sugey, come back to me
Fix me up a mixed drink, Bacardi
I'll put on your favorite
Dress and we'll party
Take a drive, kiss,
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday
I met this girl
shit that got Big and 2Pac killed (it's Gucci)
Haha
Okay
For the record, this is not a diss record
It's just the truth
It's Gucci, the livin'
a muthafuckin case like 2Pac
A real nigga gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin
think they might settle for a bottle of wine
Well those two over there right there by the jukebox
Yours don't look back hoss but just look at mine
That
shit that got Big and 2Pac killed (it's Gucci)
Haha
Okay
For the record, this is not a diss record
It's just the truth
It's Gucci, the livin'
Come on, life, death, here, gone, Yo
If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone
Whoo!
Hehehe
Yo! What's up ya'll?
If ya'll don't know me by now
I go by the name, Frostbyt3
and a
I just wanna welcome ya'll to
Whinter Seezyn
You
and touching we alone
Two hours go by
But you don't want to go home
So we just smoke
Smoke till it's gone
Till it's gone
And we just drink
Drink till it's gone
you on my billboard, we can act like the charts, I can end up on top (end up on top)
Don't smoke, don't drink, that's why I don't be by the bar, baby
We're far from good, not good from far
Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard
With the top down, screamin', "We don't give a fuck"
Drink my
and bones
Hearts and bones
Whoa whoa whoa
She said why?
Why don't we drive through the night
We'll wake up down in
Mexico
Oh I
I don't know nothin' about
I met this girl late last year
She said, "Don't you worry if I disappear"
I told her, "I'm not really looking for another mistake"
I called an old
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday
I met this girl
Come on, life, death, here, gone, Yo
If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone
after shot (yeah)
What drink you drink? 'Cause I'm tryna ease your mind
Sip slow, don't drink fast, I'm tryna make this last
Oh, oh-oh
I can tell
the lines
Now I’m talking like a reader, better study up these lines
Performance like a thespian, 2Pac Juice time
Trying to get juices for life, word to Big
a cab
To cross the street to the store
She drive by fast
Doesn’t know where she’s been
Passes up the off ramp
Won’t let her in
Chorus
Stop and smell
I wanna set off alarms, deal out the cards
Smoke cuban cigars and get kicked out of bars before two
But only if it's with you
I wanna drive down
The next nigga that come play with me
I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic
They say I'm the hottest new nigga
Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick
a full time G,
Smokin purp wit my boys, bout 2 or 3 P's
I drive real fast baby I don't drive slow,
I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow,
Drop
he don't drink piss
He paid his dues playing the blues
He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes
Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army
If they stop me I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead
Yo nigga watch me
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
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