Lyrics:
they can't see
Now a Time Lord could save me just by turning on a light
But I don't think that the Doctor's gonna show up tonight
And so I'm trying
Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley.
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney.
Brazilian candy, from Miami.
said
"I can't take no more regret"
It cut us deep into our souls
Came and climbed into our bed
And Sally said, Sally said
"Meet me by the river's
only byes
Yes
I've finally come to see
In this world there's only me
Only me who I can count on when my family's no longer
Only me who I can call when
Yuh, sound like some AZ shit
What
Count up that loot, count up that loot, nigga
Count up that loot, that's just what I do
Count up that loot,
count (cant count)
Pop a little perc' while I'm tryna relapse (relapse)
Spin the block twice, nigga, that's a relap (relap)
Drac' in my pants, now I
get in my face
Can't have a peace inside this house, always invading my space
But I'm the one who's catchin' the case for gettin' stupid
And smackin'
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I
They don't understand it
They keep praying on my downfall, waiting for a brick but I can't miss
Got em lookin' like damnit
Caught her by surprise but I
the middle of some crabs for an out
Got Better luck playing for Washington
And finding a route
See I'm a giant in the clouds
Can't hear you running your mouth
a tragic
I got the keys to run this shit but you can have it
Got my wand, in my hand, I cast magic
Money and my happiness, I gotta have it
I can get it by
mobster, callin all the shots
from a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker
the Midwest blunted
Pitchforks held high, four fifth by the stomach
You can find me right now, on the C.A. streets
I'm on the roof, of the building, shooting
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day
she bossing her plate
You can see that she having, she having her way
When you make a quick ten, it go straight in the safe
I was on back, couldn't ask
Ima make it count today (I'ma make it count today)
Hey
I'ma make it count today
I'ma make it count today
Only by His grace 'cause there ain't no other
like Whitney and Bobby
If you wanna play house, we can play house then
But wait, why pretend when you can move in?
Before I be your buddy in bed let
the Ricky Bobby
Killing shit since '97
I wasn't born but was planned and destined
Move discreet man I learned my lesson
God sent now who want a blessing
Bitch
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day
And you can be the new mister me."
Well I was there the day they say that bobby dylan died
You and I both know he got away
He's out there stealin' horses
out wit her tits out in advance
Kick my feet up in that box still got Thai's when I land
Ask so fuckin' brand new really can't remember them
Don't count
and (Bobby)
I used to put 13 scores in my mouth
And start chopping up a next ounce with H
Can't chat to Meridian about weight
Devilman wouldn't even know what
'm a businessman can you
Count all my racks, i got blood on my hands
Fuck it, no more discussion
This is not lean baby this Robitussin
Said you want to hang out with
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