Lyrics:
throwed
I'm coming down riding with my partners, fuck a ho
Those hoes be out to get you, for everything
But I'm out there trying to come up and swang
I wear my emotions on my sleeve you know what I'm saying
I've always been like that, my whole life, man
If I fuck with you, I'm all the way out
I lead the team I'm Jimmy Butler
That money callin', I say 'wassup?'
I came in here to fuck the bucks up
I ain't got shit to do, it's Friday, Chris
to dig a way out, there's a hole
There always seem to be a mole, add fuel to fire
I'm the type to spill the coal
Just cause you can't disturb it don't
,
And there’s way too much time to think.
Was it drugs or depression,
Or mother’s rejection
Or was it in your DNA?
Despite your deep kindness,
Behind your
, you don't wanna chill you just wanna get clout
Funny like Chris Rock and get a high amount, them guys there big-cap big sellout
And them boys there
Ha-ha-ha-ha
No way out 'cause I'm already in it
I'm not attending when I do a show and get a ticket
Good business can clean millions, I got the vision
I
real; aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord, please
and purpose
I'm getting out the South, higher people taking food from mouths
There's nicer people that I found, with food in the clouds
That help me get by
huh?
Yeah, Yeah, it's somethin special
You out there murderin them niggaz kid
Yeah, it's somethin special, everyone here man Ja, Tah, Black
Tell 'em
Losses and winnings
Me and bro do 90 on the M-way
And I'm still fresh out the system
Still trap phones bandos
Still blenders in kitchens
Just got a 9
the womb, scower the room, a new flower just bloomed
My momma tells me, u was posed to come out me in June
A gentlemen standing over me says hello there
I
microphones that I can clutch
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question
how I do that
By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way
Only means of makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way
I'm on grates when i'm
their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,
fast can you get her
Late nights on the road, wake me up, bitch, when we get near
Rerockin' the bows, he won't know until he get there
Fell out with my
Waiting on a tomorrow but maybe that's a ways away okay okay I'll go
I know I know I know
Even when you're feeling lonely there's a reason for it all
When
whores were squishing and sucking
Had the pee scared out of me find Chris and Beth fucking
Say what you will about Jockstrap Zac
Pounding improv teammate
other
Cause that's what I had thanks goes out to my father and mother
And I love you so mama
If I ever happen to go mama
I think there's something
the hate over there, my side is looking sunny
Took a while to figure out, I know just where I'm going
I know the world and who I am and now its time to show
the sand
Just to stand
By your side
I love ya style, life is wild
And there it goes
I walked a mile just to smile
On scary Slopes
Cupid Chris Kyle on dial
love when your all up on me
But there's one thing that I have to see
Is the way you pop that booty (pop it for me)
I love it when you move so sexy
I love
Mini Producer
I'll be there about five
Oouu
Swing by(swing by)
I'm outside(I'm outside)
Let's ride(let's ride)
I'll be there about five(oouu)
Swing
Chris
How are you doing there, John?
John
I got the hots for Yvonne
We should get drunk and get laid
Since the end is so near
Chris
I tell you, buddy,
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