Lyrics:
are who I'm racing with
But you can see I'm pacing it so that I'm always chasing it
Wayne put me right here, that's who I get the paper with
I hope
Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it's
the blind side
We makin' money while you niggas makin' petty quotes
You can make it rain, we make it flood like the levee broke
It's all about the paper,
well, you could never tell
Now I’m living well, now I’m living well
Grew up in the struggle, every day was trouble
I learned to flip a brick, how to make
I pull up smelling like YSL
Fuck these niggas, we giving them hell
I can go hit the block, make it sale
I'll go on that lick by myself
But if I'm with
Work that cat to the right
Push it down
Push it up
Boom you dynamite
Lick it up like ice cream
Nigga you know
To make me bow bow bow bow
(Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
Riding by myself in that all-red Enzo
Smoke make it look like I got tinted windows
Young Money, bitch, but for short, it's
(Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
Riding by myself in that all-red Enzo
Smoke make it look like I got tinted windows
Young Money, bitch, but for short, it's
You must have caught amnesia
That's why you don't believe what
What? yeah, check it out
Don't ya worry about a thing baby
'Cause ya know ya got me by
bleed
Run it up, run it up, really my speed
How to get lit, how to get rich
How to get fix, how to get mix
How you get shine? How you get bricks?
Why
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top
wonder woman
I want that wonder woman
The woman give it her all
The woman up from her fall
The woman love all her scars
Hey woman, how you doing woman
I
wonder nobody like you
Bruce Wayne
X2
I Got chicken in the planes
I Got the beties in the range
Niggers talkin ain't a thing
Bruce Wayne
X2
Got me
hot 'cause my n- Rodney lace it
Ain't no replacement, it's hot up in the basement
See this the South, comin' crunker than your average
Makes you
's number up and you be feeling free
D.Wayne is on the mainline, tell him what you want
Just call him up and tell him what you want
If your sick and you
it's always mean time, I'm gettin'
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my
[Tupac:]
Now I could make miracles with tempos
It's instrumental
Waitin for the nymphos
That's the intro
Shook when ya rushed me,
You walked up and touched
town? Cause from this point it’s all Buck
And, um, everybody down know what’s up
Major moves, make your moves
Buckshot, 9th Wonder on the spot
Never
The feelin intricate
Life is so complicated
Visions of winnin is only a dream
Til ya make it
I wonder if you would ever come back
I wonder if I would rack up
spark on nigga
Through the week
Me, Wayne, Juve, and the B.G.
How you luv it now boy
You brove ha
Cuz you're cold and we're hotter than a stove ha
Fuckin
a back of, I'll Mr. Miyagi
you like wax on, wax off
You should see what we make if they ain't take the tax off
I call up my baby, what we spending
swag
I wonder If I can come take some of yours
When I go get a new Bentley
I just want to double park it on the curb
We got the key to the city
You
neighbors
Way before I clicked up with the realies felt endangered
Right in front of them I am a factory guess I made it
I'm like I ain't make it
I read
the mood
So I, get up and I go to work
Thinking about you and I know it hurts
I wanna be free and I'm just not sure
When you are by my side, it feels like
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