Lyrics:
DJ Stevie J
Real niggas
Rich niggas
Fly shit
[Chorus]
I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out
Fuck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some
adventure
As he looks into the mirror now he knows
He must be the star and play guitar like thunder
And find Suzy at his rock and roll show
Boy, if I
guitar
With a big bass string
I want a rock n´ roll guitar
So I can play the thing
I wanna be on t.v.
Like a rock n´ roll star
I want Santa Claus to bring
play daddy, make moves with me
I'da kept it more than real boo, can't lose with me
Heard he smacked you 'cause you said my name while y'all was sexing
When I was younger I used to wonder like
If I was singing songs, just to sing the songs
Or if was singing cause that's what the bitches wanted
I
the g's
'N' taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you
'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do
You
I live in my own world on eighteen wheels
Playing music and writing songs about the way I feel
Tonight, I'll play my guitar for you
I'll pour my
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
Swerve with the goons (swerve)
Big stepper, I just came from the moon (step, moon)
I'm smokin' a real one (static is real)
I'm workin' a fool
around
Cause I don't come in like no lion just to go out like a lamb
I'm three times seven baby that makes twenty-one
Well I love on sight and I fly by
(whoa), zen the fuck out (yeah)
Big dog plays (big), the payoffs in route (swerve)
Laid across the couch (whoa), I'm zen the fuck out (it's lit)
Signal
Fatiguin' in the summer heat
While they smoke big cigars
So give me somethin' I can't fake
That rich boys can't manipulate
Somethin' real that they
a country boy with a guitar
Lookin' back down this old road I've been travelin' on
It was never about tryin' to be some big star
For me it's always been about
everything operates by computers
Then what happens when circuit breaks?
Y2k's the big scare
Scientists say we ain't prepared
What I feel is contrare
broke his heart
Now she's getting married to his ex-best friend
And there's only one thing to do
'Cause you can make a million dollars just by singing
Long live the legend
My secret weapon
Big Scarr
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin'
Pretty boys - on my tv screen
Teeth so white and hair so clean
Pretty boys - sing and play guitars
Pretty boys get to be big stars
How do you
stacks
Sixty M's later and three hunnid tax
Still losing weight with the south on my back, nigga
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close
have big fun on the bayou.
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar
Can I get a witness?
Oh, a witness
Can I get a witness?
Play some guitar here for me one time
Oh yeah
Watch this
Some kind of wonderful
She's
to grow
Must my baby know the blues
So if you're still listenin'
I hope you'll remember
The kid with the big white guitar
And all the sad stories
Will be the same day M.T.v. Play videos
That was a little joke, voila
Praises due to the most high, Allah
Praises due to the most fly, Prada
Baby I
center
At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender
Next to spike and the pen left to write
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn
these thots (A lot)
Every day that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
Told my brothers take my
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