Lyrics:
on a muscle bag
And I come through your window
Just like I'm Bruh Man
Paper chasin', paper chasin'
MMG I'm paper chasin
Take you where you can't see black
By
confined
But the night is long and cold
Secrets shared stories untold
We are lovers bound by the night
In this dark country hearts take flight
Under
about me
See we could kick it in the states
Or switch countries to play it safe (You know, you know)
'Cause he ain't gotta know about me
See I can
of my Bentley Coup
Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup
I'll be damned if you get more points than me
Sell more joints than me
to say
"Hello, haven't seen you on this bus before"
I gave her a look that said
"Huh, life is funny, you never know what's in store
By the way, your hair
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
final rest
Even though I'ma ride on a dirt road
You can take the boy out the country
But you can't take the country out the boy
Riding by the potholes,
ADHD can't pay attention
He hood rich always missing
Sold some bags went and bought a Bentley.
Pink slip ain't shit rented .
Porsche still 5 percent
Box Chevy, no tint
Floatin' inside, aquarium
Yeah that's him,
Compository sketches is all
They can't catch us, Jet Setta's
I jointed the mile
You can all shut your faces
Remember your place
Show your soon to be king some respect
Not disgrace i will honor my country
Take one for the team
me right now she mine
Yeah, you say that girl was your girl, but she mine
I skrrt the Bentley, I got the Lambo
I skrrt McLaren when in traffic, I can
liquor made my dawg insane
Booted up or geeked, it's the same thang
Fish scale or Molly, it's the same name
Murdered by the stains, which stain you
so cold, my heart's so cold I need that Bentley, I ain't regular, no
Go audemar, my time ain't regular, no I'm so far in a different time zone
My
I live my life on standby
I can leave you alone
'Cause we're born with a dollar sign attached to our temple
Life is a dish served cold most times
There's a four by four, blacked out four door
Ice cold six pack in the floorboard
That's got my name on it
Hot little chick, cherry bomb red
sometimes we get criticized
By countries North and South
Who think the right to shoot ourselves
Ain't what it's all about
But they weren't born from violence
way out of space (yeah)
Please better watch your tone, YSL, feel like cologne
Why you be callin' my (bitch)
I don't even mean by (you)
Rollie
and says "put me in coach"
Another 2-4 can chill on the back porch
'Cause we’re all by the fire raising hell
My friend's got me hollering all night long
people
Yeah that Rich Homie shit runnin' through everything
Get bust by them people
Interrogation room, boy I swear I can't tell a name
Hundred
house
I just spent three thousand on a coat 'cause it's cold now
I can't ride around in that Bentley 'cause it's old now
I can't hang around with
Yeah, twenty miles an hour in my long Bentley
Shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
Lately I've been practicing my gas face
Cause that's
somebody go adopt those kids
It's a lot of money that you give away
This country backwards as hell being cold
Literally backwards as hell being cold
Talk it
From the city to the country
By way of Canarsie
Packed like sardines in station wagon
My wife says where is he taking me?
Moved to a new town, we put
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