Lyrics:
want is to be free
Look at me
Look at me
I need a new hairline, I need better abs
My girl a Burkin bag, then BBL her ass (uh)
All the homies
my wilder friends
Looking for some other way to fly
And three days straight was no big feat
Could get by with no food or sleep
And crazy was
quickly
Ex girl strippin'
I can't stop her
New girl trippin' but I can't drop her
'Cause I need somethin' to balance out the fact
That it's hard
how I love to get high
Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)
What the?
Oh what the heck
Niggas just want to get wrecked to the track
It's brand new
can't understand!
So sit yourself down and just
Listen to my man
Iyi-yi-yi-I, wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good gettin used
Oh, you can
to
Find somethin' hot drink in my hand hundreds in my pocket
I don't care if he ya man understand I'm yo profit
Its 3:39 we should leave by 3
We can
the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby
Just want to add something new to the list
What it do baby girl
Get on the dance floor
Will you put your drink down
Come and dance with me
Money
It's fuckin' TR3YWAY!
It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen
Uh, you got the right one, mm
L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
not Diet
And your number two, with light ice
Oh, thanks, girl, can I get some ketchup?
Oh, sorry, it's in the back, one second
Damn
What?
mad tracks on a love child Nickel Bag
Ah Mecca much jive and a jazz touch
With a straight no chase, a Dig Plan erase
Snatch an acid insect changed
and share my gangsta world (woo)
And if you in the club with hands up, you be gangsta girl
[Baby - talking behind Chorus]
Oh yeah
I see ya
Oh yeah
always pour up
Step-back three I'm going to score, stingy with the bands I'm a hoarder
First beat and it's a murder, my jewelry real that's for sure though
he did for me
Is I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be
I met the girl who's now my wife about three years ago
We had
I grew up in North Alabama, back in the 1970's,
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth Speaking
Of course of the Three Great Alabama Icons
George
From Derry Quai we sailed away
On the 23rd of May
We were taken on board by a pleasant crew
Bound for Americay
Fresh water there we did take
motor
At my highest from the depths, bring back, don't call it a throwback
Come back, with a bonus track, practice in packets, vol. 3 is my last
Don't
I'm gettin' paid by the pound and I got mad flow
Flip flop who's the bigger one, quick to figure one
two, three two one, ah!
Keep a pen and a pad
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
opinions but holding laryngitis
See I don’t hear ‘em, I’m a winner by law
Track em down like the subway
When they sub par
Sub-zero everytime I jump in
like a bully bitch, get saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church I'll see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails
Everybody
on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
fall
It's us versus the all
From the cats to the dogs forever
Yeah, yeah
I let that one rock
I let that one rock
This that bonus track, this
game
(Sky Pager)
Telepage Northwest, satellite service pushed to test
Got a beep from a girl named Natalie
My memory slip, 'cause I need a new
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