Lyrics:
inflicted, remain addicted
Carry microphones, with the Passion of Je-sus
It's Flamboyant for life, nigga, throw those L's up
Ain't millionaires, by this
I'm gon' get rich, I told them sooner
How you dissing on me? You ain't no shooter
If you ain't sending shots, little boy, what you doing
This big AR-15
with cute walks
Weed and the summer breeze set the mood off
HumpFree:
I know I'm the last muthafucker alive you thought you'd see here
But I snuck up
Man that boy can't fight he don't want no smoke
C'mon bruh
No smoke
Damn
K-M-Y
S-N-I
C-K
F-O
L-E-Y
Call me the Count of Monte Cristo. Fade me? That's
the boy down, y'all know what it do
Theodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-Lilz
Yo Supa! Y'all know what it is, man, ya know what i'm saying?
My West
swimming with them mud cats
If you dive in I'm perusing for a grudge match
Spell It out L-E-G-E-N-D, I still believe
What ever goal God set for me, indeed I
M-E-L-O-D-I-E on the mic check
Well I'm up in your face like the wind from a blizzard
Got my wrap around your throat, like you're chokin on a gizzard
If
Cause I will rock say immediately
That's why I'm chillin in the L-I-N-D, E with the N
with the MC street
You will agree it's me, cause I rock a funky
Let's hit the tropics
You're drop dead gorgeous!
Rich niggas want you but I'm far from the Forbes list
But if a man is valued by his character I'm
beautiful
You could break my heart in two
I'd still think you're
H e l l o's when I fell in l o v e
If we were to go out I think it'd be d o p e
We could
That's why
Greediness makes greedy dead niggas
Not followin the plan makes bleedin from the head niggas
Bit off a big chunk of the wrong battle
That
and them shits ain't for show
I know I ain't rich or broke but I ain't trying to live how I lived before
Now I'm in a big body four by four
I mixed the drank
double l
Put that shit on big luck debonair
If I go broke I get saved by the bells
Something like slater
You simp for attention I'm keeping it playa
Off
Yo, okay, it's Diamond by the way
Niggaa, I'm a big dawg, really hard to see me
Wanna see a star, boy, go purchase a TV
The hoes on my dick, why you
Plotting shit like I'm a schemer
With my music going deeper
I've been contemplating all my actions
Why the hell I'm doing this
Couldn't seem to get no
(Texas go hard)
Crooked I (Let's get em)
Yeah Eastside of a red L B C
Pumps in my trunk on my L T D
Sipping on that Hennessy it helps me breathe
Who's
(Texas go hard)
Crooked I (Let's get em)
Yeah Eastside of a red L B C
Pumps in my trunk on my L T D
Sipping on that Hennessy it helps me breathe
Who's
so fresh and clean just mobbin' with the team
I'm S-I-N-G-L with the E
Told my ex delete the number please don't give the boy no ring
I' m F-L-Y it
real-ah, 'cause I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies love me 'cause I'm a million dollar hitta
It's, no limit til I d-I-e
C-p-3, or Richmond, Cali's where
why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice cold?
Ay, ay, T. Kizzie, big pimpin'
I got million dollar game, with as fly as freak
Princess, bigness, ice on my
Hooked up big connections on my mobile phone
At home, or maybe on my person
To clock big Gs, I'd be definitely certain
To live the lifestyle, the
Luxury,
thang nothen change everything is the same when you say go am about to blow here I am l-I-l are-o-m-e- keep it jumpin check the billboard for proof play
and buy some clothes
But when I'm rich
I'm a philanthropist 'cause I ain't cold
Of course help my family
And spoil 'em big and bold
Someone say Complex is
'all cats just acting I'm on the grind crafting
Ice'd Out E-N-T we taking over reigning over
If ya 'bout biz yeah lets go rock it
I love these big bills in
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