Lyrics:
raise
I grab man and start squeezing his neck mate
Like three's you won't leave unless I
See ps by the next day heat in the next way
Heat in BE's and I
nothing I want do
For you, for you
Ain't nothing I want
If you ask me
You can have my money
You could have it all
I wouldn't need a penny
I'd step
understand(uh-huh) we makin pennys out of dollars
And boys out of grown men, from chi to texas to los angeles smokin canibus
Puffin phillys after phillys I got my
all I'm tryin to say is, don't do it
[ VERSE 3 ]
You see, the blocks are crowded with penny-anny hookers
Fresh clean cars and real hard lookers
But
These rappers pussy it wouldn’t surprise me if they have been rescued by carole baskin...
You know it’s real when the rappers you idolized are now
I’m getting by with dimes and nine pennies
Fuck a billion, I’ll do just fine with like five milli
Or five bills, shit I’ll just work with what I can
I
machine
It's a heartless disease
But you know that'll be me
One day in your repeat
Playin all the songs to hear the lines that weren't so easy
Relay in your
on Trust Fall 3 still ain't learned how to trust
No more fake love songs
I don't wanna hear that shit no more
I just wanna hear some real shit
a blatant beast
cnd it's also to set the mood of the song, never doing it wrong, let's keep it moving along
#3 is to put all of the competition under me
songs are top of spotify market
Pardon me I'm hotter than some lava
Heated by flame on top of wasabi
Probably caught me spinning the Carter 3 or 4 by
punished
Hit a bong that shit so strong
Then throw up in a bucket
Make a song and don't go wrong
I'm cooking in the oven
Bring the weed to the function, yeah
the ground
These boys are like crack, they go round and round
Can't even buy me a man by the pound
Song for my people, we hunted like deer
God need some help
no burning bridges we sending missiles til' it's nothing left but ashes
Like Rondo, CP Three, Lebron and Lonzo with the passes
No penny for my thoughts
write a book what's the name how to trap again
We was down by three I brought us back we on that map again
Fuck it bring some papers and some grab we
Smokin' Needles (forever, motherfuckers)
More hits than the Beatles
Not tryna express sorrow, mourn full acquainted
The name of the golden era, though,
We're coughing up needles and nails.
Our veins are flowing barbed wire.
Oh, mother, we are so frail! but wait!
We've got a trick for him.
We twist
Where Patterson Creek's muddy waters run down
Past the penny arcades, by the harbour downtown,
All the old Turtlebacks rust in the rain
Like they
a human time-bomb when i'm fuked up on booze
like a lethal injection with a fukin' gold needle
or songs of praise up St. Worths(?) Cathedral
game for
what you're told man choke on it
We be near heaven at a quarter to eleven
By three we are thinking of the love we lost
By four we be high,
Thinking
a classic
Y'all penny pinchin' nigga we spendin' on y'all niggas
Call Savage from the back, come pour some Henny on these niggas
Mayne you don't wanna fuck
a classic
Y'all penny pinchin' nigga we spendin' on y'all niggas
Call Savage from the back, come pour some Henny on these niggas
Mayne you don't wanna fuck
to match it, Tony Stewart it's a classic
Y'all penny pinchin nigga, we spendin on y'all niggas
Call Savage from the back, come pour some Henny on these
when the needle cries
In your bloodstream
I'm the one drivin' this lush dream
Overdose an eye on you, so, don't ever trust me
[Verse 2: Madchild]
Hang
get
We wrote this song for 92 then remixed it for 96
As times goes by quick U.S.U. ain't do hit jackpot thick
Yo you can't win if you don't play, HEY
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