Lyrics:
dressed,
Back up I need 2 steps,
Swag on sharp and my breath on Winterfresh,
I'm in this bitch like a crook in your neck,
Broke nigga tryin' to be rich about
Honest talented and witty
I met my love in the city
Where great big dreams have a true possibility
Oh they might turn into something real
The voice
a real good day
I'm on my rich shit I do this every day
Stay a big dog
Dude is a heavy weight
You can contemplate killing if you want to
I have a feeling
it do? You can call me Dogg
Let me just check your sheet
No problem, sir, let me just say
I'm a big fan of the shit that y'all make
I can't lie, I been
rich but I'm livin' like a rebel
Ridin' with my strap on, foot on the pedal
Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level
I grew up
Bang bang everybody kiss the floor now it's time for your mandem to blow up
I'm from the city Kofcity we no dey fear no tukpe oh yeah I'm from the city
in the mix like Jambalya
When I was thirty-eight, I'll .45 ya
Mortify ya, more money I make more stuff I buy
Troup died at the Chevron, Big Rock
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
proper shit
I bought a couple before the dealership got the shit
Rich nigga, six figures
I double up every flip, my stash bigger
Plane hoppin',
chick that you've seen this far
Brothers make a wish when they see this star
Big money be the cliff, down there we get off
By your own bottle, don't
to your front door
You act like it's tension
Fucked the bitch from Instagram off a mention
El Patron, call the shooters my henchmen
I'm rich like a Carter,
clean, they look and dress and act the same
I don't give a shit about your IPO I live in El Cerrito
Mama took the Altimeter Transit bus to work each
that same pack
Like, "Since you was short, bring every thing back"
Tone like, "Nigga, you tryna play me like a jack"
Lil Tez like, "Play by the rules
City talking about who hot
But they don't know who popping like Big and Pac
Raw with it, never cooked over
Really often I'm looked over
Dog owners know,
Elliott Ness (no doubt)
Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block, two of the best
Hang the Double R chain from the side of the car
Drive by and put your brains
some fake gangstas
Can get off
Lying to a whole damn nation
And ultimately
That leads to your damnation
Or at least less sales for your album
What
AN ALBUM
He worked very hard on it and recorded all the songs he wanted to record
Bought all the beats, got all the features
Port City Entertainment
Thanks
Kenny
Lil' bitch, yuh
Big drip like spit from a big rick
Fendi on my collar, I'm a real rich prick (wet!)
Just like some extra pee, shake em' off my
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
ladder
Armchair in the study, sippin' whiskey, from the highland
Who knew Britain was the American treasure island!
Got that big city flat -- flashing his
Yo, crack the Remy Martin
For niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market
Bring it when you see me park it
I think big like Diddy office
I fuck a ho
be measured
By how much it takes a city by surprise
By how far back old timers go to remember
The last time a blizzard stung their eyes
Last
on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's
rings
Misfortunes of a rich nigga
You watch BET while she look at the big picture
Huh! "Maybach Music"
The root of all evil
Deceivin' 'cause even
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