Lyrics:
the girls that get down for hers
I gotta get up wit her if she gon' let me
Career woman with some goals, fuck the broke-ass hoes
Baby girl cause you look so
see up all the girls that get down for hers
I gotta get up wit her if she gon' let me
Career woman with some goals, fuck the broke-ass hoes
Baby girl
of this game to stay alive.
[Chorus x2]
Always wanted things always wanted cash.
To Live fast get the girls with tha biggest ass.
Fuck her 9 to 5 gotta
to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood when we groove and prove
amazin'
Oh, I heard you talkin' shit (You talkin shit?)
Okay, well hop up off my dick (Hop up off my dick)
My eyes get redder by the spliff
Damn,
and synchronize
Latch onto me and connect to ropes
Swinging me by division
Yeah swinging 59 percent
Yeah and ya get my 41 more
Yeah see number go more
Yeah it's
Chorus 4x ]
[ Turk ]
Uh-huh, that's how it's going down, nigga, from my town, to yo' town
Get yo motherfuckin' paper nigga by all means. If you gotta
Murk
from the bottom gotta taste of the dirt
Overcome by a crave and a thirst
For all my demons to be slayed in a verse
Safe to assert that it worked
So put
our groove
My magic man my Brooklyn boy I wonder
I rub your shoulders and impress that you was under
Late night rides out to sunrise
Catch
get peeled
In the car by one, by two, he killed
By four I booked and flew the jet
On the way LA while on a Lear
She on me bad, so what it is?
Grip
ever met, that's on my mama
And I'm still that nigga who was riding in that grey Impala
Bounce back when you fall over on your head (Get right)
Don't
I just gotta praise Him, Yahuah You are amazing
I sing to You with all my heart, in You I die faithfully
Look at what You made me, though the devil
still gone leave
Lined up in matrimony, but
I know this just can't be
See I gotta move
Bust down now I'm back in my groove
Take her back now she dripping
can get killed like
Bitch, I'm cool with the nugs
You my twin, but you hang with the opps
I'ma put these pussies in a box
If you die, you gone die by
an uppercut
They told me that I got a
Record that I gotta break it
Get your woman naked in the
Garden she’ll be talking stank
I fill my lungs up full of air
protection, thank you Jesus
Never second-guessing, I don't need your two cents If you try to test me, you are a nuisance
Gotta take a lap, I'll be back in
Don't even at me
Flava on the lips
Gonna need another taste
Get it on your fingertips
You'll be dying for a plate
Make you ask for it raw
And pay market
and slide right into your own demise
My father Jesus Hes the only hope in this life
If you feeling like you hanging by a rope in the sky
Go and spit
to that dogg, I'm down with it
Stank a lick for the fetti
Get the cash and clown with it
Hennessy and weed when I'm comin'
Throw your guns up, let me
Hold up, Back at it again
Right back to the money I ain't leaving not a cent
Shout out to my Africans yeah I gotta represent
Black star to the heart
What I want for me
Gotta get it done for me
I just want it all for me
Living the the Life of Luxury
Live the Life
Living the Li-i-i-i-i-i—ife
Ok I'm walking in with one, two, three, four, five sticks
Quiet when you see me you too broke to give your two cents
Hating ass niggas and their hoes
gotta show me don't just love me when I die
My feelings frozen I killed my emotions I don't cry
Even if I had fifty cents I couldn't changed if I tried
flies like a dove
Won't come back without a sign from Heaven above.
This nine-to-five work is giving me the blues
Wanna get my picture
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