Lyrics:
A 600 S, now the 6 drop
Everything I ride original no kits on them chops
18 inch Lorenzos, Yokohama tires
When I ride by all them bitches get they
bought a velvet rope and the door man laughed
They got robbed blind by half the wait staff
Six short weeks and they were forced to sell
Richie and Ruben
bands Money rule the world Really so you'll never be the man
Standing ten toes thuggin' out by my lonely It used to be niggas
I used to call Homie that's
Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna
Why she dissing on a nigga? I ain't stuntin' on a ho
I got money, I said, I can transform any ho
Poor man is beggin' on a crowded street
Doesn't have a dime with which his children to feed
Lost his job when the factory closed
Can't pay
me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin
It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"(Nelly)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
What's it like bein Nelly,
on Instagram
Back to the Motel 6 to park
Unsafe riding after dark
Cruisin' into town flanked by my platoon
I am rockin' One Eyed Jack's Saloon
Yeah
Mmm (DatPiff dot com, world premiere)
I been smokin' on the gas
Hocus pocus on the gas
I been snorklin' in the cash
Goin' Krogers with
start a fire
I'm so sick of yelling and marching, I'm getting tired
They hitting us with so much charge and we couldn't fight it
Court appointed lawyers
alone (goddamn, aye nigga flex work)
Might flex that work, skip by the dip
He runnin' with a zip
It's a 100, I'm a make the quick trip
Nigga u-turn, get
try'na dig you a new ditch
Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good
Got my dicked sucked in his 'Six, I'm fuckin' on leather and wood
I'm
by the stale crackers.
You can increase up your service charge but you're competing with a shiny new model. Swipe.
You can increase but you'll be
Early one morning at county line
The swells 4-6 approaching 9
The barrel of my life hit the Malibu Sky
A Golden State Pipe
Conchita was mine
uh-huh)
Five guys with me on G up (uh-huh)
Shootin' six like Ceelo (ooh) (whatever I say)
I'm wanted (yeah)
One at the top of the barrel (let's go)
Jonzy baby dy here so yeah
Don't bother me
Baby calm down I'll be back by six
On the dot
Omo Anybody try to touch you
I got one whole squad and my
I walk around with the grill
Cause niggas be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real
I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit
Fuck this rappin shit, I
call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name
Ass out in the bleachers stay shittin'
Six million ways to die
(Took a lot to get this Rollie nigga)
Six million ways to get rich
(Huh, hah)
Everybody keep telling me "make a club
you could do that could ever stop my wave
Been hit with a few shots and I'm still looking great
I'mma killa man, killa in a video game
I'mma killa man
up six
Friday's the Red Alert radio mix
Then comes the day that nobody plays that
Punishment wish in the crib
Time to go chase the dibs
On a Saturday
hang with a young man who's doin his thang?
Speak up, I wanna know if you can keep up
Timberland boots for girls, with the tree stump
Baggy sweatsuits,
They crushed him snuffed the life all out of his body
He had friends a Benz with rims by Gotti
Guys wanted to beat him, girls wanted to greet him
They crushed him, snuffed the life all out of his body
He had friends, a Benz with rims by Gotti
Guys wanted to beat him, girls wanted to greet him
the man in me
Know my death would be a tragedy, I changed rapidly
The power of your majesty, no school in my academy
My academics you can gladly see, with
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