Lyrics:
with dip out
I kill a punk for the color is wearing
And kill his bitch cause keep on staring
[RED RAG]
I throw low blows in elbows on low-lows ?? tight
gone
smokin og kush from another time zone
as the smoke begins to pile on
wettin rags and puttin bags over the fire alarm
you niggas styrofoam,
Get ready motherfuckers!
You can't fuck with the steezo
Please no interruptions
Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun
Like my rag top
The weatherman be tripping, so that ceiling got that white rag, ay
We came so far, just some kids in the city trying to make some art
Leave some change in
I was put in a round room
And told to sit in the corner
While they wash my brain with a dirty rag
I was given a hammer
And told to build
the suitcase
Just dance, don't look and nobody two-faced
Brown man, all head like Tupac
Cadillac frost blue, yellow convertible rag top
Girls enter
of you
I got new fashion just for you
Hand me downs
I wear my rags well
I mix, match and I make it gel
Just hand it down
I'm breaking new ground
You'll
doo-rag'd and me ball-cap'd
She like to see me tailored, Gator'd, slacked
In fact, I see you lookin' through the windshield wipers
As the rain hit
my dreams start when I wake
Hand me down
Familiar sound
Rag picking tune
Ii V I turn around
Spent all my money getting to the next show
Oh it suits me
drunk beat wifes and cuss sons
A slow process called life, let's show progress
Don Cortes, white rags cherry bently
Cop shines from Italy speak money
darted
Bombarded, departed
Ma, ya pussy stink
It been underseas
Here's a Douche bag
Hot rag, summers eve
Yes, a hot bath, run, run, run it,
a du rag mJ, who bad?
Where my roof at? Where my coupe at?
Designer on me I say true that
Yeah I blew that
It been underseas
Here's a Douche bag
Hot rag, summers eve
Yes, a hot bath, run, run, run it, please
You hummin' G's?
Through ya dungarees
Don't
nigga (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Do it the way we do it with E-4-0 Charlie Hustle
Look, I went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
Stealin' niggas
gifts and things
But take your diamond ring down and pawn it, babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him
(Lavaa Man Baby)
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
New du-rag with da cape out
In trenches where it's dirty
I might break out
Hella ones
and mirrors box him in
The rags and the bones were such a burden that I thought I'd collapse
And only when I surrendered them did I find I had what it takes
Rags to Riches
Und Trav ist nur der Highest in the Room, bis Kappa drin ist
Sie riecht so fresh und clean, ich stink' nach Cash und Weed
Schmutzige
There's a lotta things I want, a lotta things that I'd like to be
But girl I don't foresee a rags to riches story for me
There's just one little
to step into this ride? Just follow the trail of blood into the red tent. There your host, Willaby Rags, will strap you in and you shall experience,
one
Spadina, St. George, Bay and Yonge
There's a rag just up the street
Eats his history to keep warm
Got some blankets, got some bags
Screams
showin' they badge
Real niggas in the street still showin' they rags
Speed bumps in the road start slowin' me down
See them fake niggas actin' like
a doubt
Like new cars, and pretty broads
And neighborhood superstars
Money
Bitches
Rags to riches
little runaway with teardrops in her eyes
Crazy little rag doll
her hair was wild and tossed
and I put my arm around her
cuz i knew that she was lost
she
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