Lyrics:
money
Cuz I got my own shit
Own money
Own job
Own car
That's why he fuck with me
Ain't never met girl that can hold it down like me
And I fuck with him
your Gromit deaf to your suffering slaves
Suffering sucker cash is watch you use to strengthen your pay
Burn it down with the homie Kay just to spit
written in stone McQueen on my body got bones multiple plugs in my phone
I keep it fly like a drone watch when u walk by the throne done told u to watch
you the world put this pole in your life
Oh you Jasmine
Long hair pretty eyes big booty
You big fine just juicy
Oh you Jasmine
By the end of the night
I feel down and out inside today
Sometimes I can't seem to put my pride away
Do you ride for me or do you ride the wave
Yeah come and vibe away, up in
trying to stall him
This right here is all that I see
T-R-A-E is all that I be
Same thang different day
Gotta live your life by any means
It's the same
so down key
When I turn the candy red car key
Drippin slow, I'm in the mode
If you don't like it, then pardon me
But you know the fo' on me
Better
and the y'all in your your home voice
That down home girl, when it's said and done
Yeah, that's a home run
We put the back in the road when we pull off
are you holding it down
Bae I been tryna stay, but you been rolling around
And I'm gon' find a way to let you swim while I drown
Just wanna make you
The way I put it down you thought my dick was bionic
Touching by the bed frame, touching by the sink
Touching on the 3 seater, you’re on the brink
Of sexual
Started writing songs
So they could watch in HD
Tell em write it down
Take notes
Got ya niggas teaming up
They going halves on my boat
Sneak disses
By
[Ice Cube]
Say Earl, let's get it crack-a-latin in this bitch..
Uhh.. nigga nigga.. why'know (y'know) why'know!
Uhh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this
a problem I got a problem let’s lock
it in, and if they’re looking for me, I’mma tell em ain’t
no stopping him! Better put the watch down, ain’t nobody
Okwa by onye eriri eburu oche ya
It’s blaq boi banks
Onye anwuru
Okwa oko gi
Okwa oko gi
I got my eyes on the bigger bag aiming for the bigger
suck dick, nigga
You need to know the game
Or learn it quick
'cause out here, yo luck ain't shit, nigga
So many lives were lost for this
So I'm goin put
claim it the game of T
H-R to the O-N-E-S
But what we playing ain't a game like NES
The only thing in common you getting ate bit
Bite your style but do it
'Cause Im fly? 'Cause Im flashy?
Why I do so much? Dont ask me,
'Cause Im fancy? And I show it?
Young rich nigga gettin' money you know it,
Is that
Put down the pencils, put down the books
And put down the hype, but it's your own way
It's your right, your wrong
Your left, this song
Started
now
It's worn out, cos our souls sworn and our hearts formed now
I don't know what you could call it but you could call it love
Higher than above, more
exactly how it was (I can tell it)
Lacking self-love, snapping off of drugs
I don't know what happened to me cuz (damn)
Ain't really happy as I was (real
with, and put down
But girl, you can have me all year 'round
Don't want to get you upset, I just want to get to you
Cuddle up close, and let you know I
pick, play with, and put down
But girl, you can have me all year 'round
Don't want to get you upset, I just want to get to you
Cuddle up close, and let
book?
Well my singin' partner 'bout to murder before he do the hook, look
Starting from nothing, I did it
Y'all mad 'cause you didn't
Y'all mad
[Chorus]
Who do you believe in? Is it he, is it me? W-E- them G-O-D's
(Do you believe, believe, believe)
Do you believe? Do you believe?
Who do you
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