Lyrics:
in school
And try to own a business if you ain't a fool
but I was born into this I had no choice
now I turn the album into a Rolls-Royce
Taught
over by the curb
I don't do no in and outs
Can't vouch for whatchu heard
Niggas thorough round here
33 and a third, time is ours this year
3PEAT, repeat,
up and that's my business
Gang gang gang gang gang gang
Making money yeah that's the main plan
Gang gang gang gang gang gang
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mind grows weak
In one minute flat I feel you're ready for me
Throw it in reverse, but let me take the wheel
You're business here is done
now let me
can't seem to speak
Was it love at first sight 'cause I walked by last week
I'm singing Fa la la la la
Your lips look so lonely
Would they like to meet
you go
Year later they're still together
Now he feeling like he love her
So he let her in his business
'Cause he felt like he could trust her
She
Borderline genius
Scientists swear by me
Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones's body
Gave you auditions
They say I'm a gymnast in business
My summersault
the queen bee on some love king shit
Let's fly away, handle our business
My best bud and my hug bug
And now you know I got bitten by a love bug
And when you
ignorant bitch (shit)
I call that getting swindled and pimped, shit
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella though
And having the same
revolt.
I am far from, so far from romanced.
There's too much business in this.
I'm going back to my garage. I have been completely disenchanted.
Turn my
ring
A bungalow by the sea
(Boy)You're really naive to ever believe a full of baloney phoney like me
(Girl) Say! How about the time you went
of the hit,
Made by the fools in SPV, forty-five glock unloads,
From ya head to ya toe, then come lil man
I'm loadin' that ni-zine from the darkness
searchin' for the kitchen like a fiend
What I, seen, straight took me by surprise
Angela half naked not tryin' to hide
She saw me lookin', but kept cookin'
dividends
Though the life we live gets strenuous
And we gettin' it how me and my niggas
We outrang hustlas, thug by nature
It's all about paper, fuck
you're givin' me bad vibes and funny feelings
I want to grab ya by your neck and SQUEEZE til' you stop livin',
I don't fuck with you
[Tre-8]
See you
mouth,
bitch don't get mad, go get yo bags an roll wit it,
or stay the fuck away from niggaz you got no business,
we don't give a fuck about
All the time watchin you smellin' good
Walkin by, can I get a hey or a hi
Baby I want to know your name
Second your game, third you're independent
you just hit the lottery
On vacation in the Florida Keys
By now you could have had a family
Instead you ridin around smokin trees
Droppin off D in
business
Assistance is something there's just no such thing as
It's all just an image
And niggas gon front until they get it I get but me
I'm doing my own
hit instagram with this shit
Scammer swiper flipper, what's the business
If they catch me they gon lock me up and hit me with a sentence
Damn I
And I don't want
Nothin' to do with you
It's unfortunate
I'm too good for this
And you should know by now
I can't wait around
Telling you
There's nothing
the bay
Planets play by seasons
Somewhere in their field grounds
I've got limits but not scared to die
A rare soul is a friend of hope
Just make sure
up quietly
I wouldn't say the L word, can't cause they're proud of me
I just wanna keep our business privately on candy
Next to me, on the side of me,
leave yo heart all cold and frigid
So take heed to this helpful here tidbit
Or end up like a like a- like a teenage misfit
Don’t get confused by her
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