Lyrics:
that money and repeat that twice
Buy you somethin' to ride in, you know it gotta be tight
Next time you buy somethin', take twenty-five hundred
Get 4
Went and bought a 50 slab, divide it up into ten
Sold 'em all, double down, did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin'
No information, say yes or no
One point five million
Alright, you get what you want, money's no object
They're all clean, no serial numbers,
Girls give me shots when I play them Ashanti
Hit my nigga AJ when I'm in the UK
Red Mercedes waiting up in terminal five
This shit so clean, I put
vždy mierne mimo
Zem sa zatriasla znova,potom som sa zobudil
Hlava na stole v bare,drink by ma povzbudil
Presne tak,objednávam si čierneho medveďa
Dva
Blueridge to Cattail
On the prairie
From fly over country back to Mississippi
I said, "go , man you go"
But you raise me twenty
I'm raising you five-
hundred
Sun shinin', breeze and shit
Take it all in, 'cause one day it could all-
Precious Lord, please take my hand
Yeah, yeah, how does it get any better
okhey
V oblakoch lietame all day
High as fuck
Lietam jak dron,ey
Posielam kiss tvojej holke
Posielam kiss
Vsetkym mojim bros,ey
Na učet prachy dostavat
with a craving for the purified
packaged shit. Waste product. Waste became the product.
Coca Cola is drunk two hundred and fifty million times
a day in
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
there's never a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live
Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye
schemin; tryin; to get over n****z like left an right lanes,
different day same s***, I ain't playin' b****,
n****z still got a rusty four-five wit
strong, while others run a hundred miles
But I never run, never will
Deal with the devil with my motherfuckin' steel, boom!
Media tried to do me
But I
of lemon
This one is the buisineisum
I don't make this drink by the gallon
I make it by the cup, then I'm stylin'
Got KFK, Slaughterhouse and Brother
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
would be all right
Where were you when they gave a warning
Hundred-fifty mile winds by morning
Category four making landfall in the wild gray light
Where
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
'round
100k downstairs by the trey pound.
But if (?) who runnin' the A now
[Chorus]
Can we ride can we roll
We don't stop and we go
Yeah you know
zostali bez opisov
No sú tu stále so mnou, hrá to z áut aj z bytov
Hej
A ten rap je furt bomba
Flow (Scorpion), Mortal Kombat
Som jak 100
him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished
You took
million nigga and my game be tight
Can't loose my hundreds cause this rap to hot
Wassup, Boss B
You ever got beef with a busta
You can call me
You know I
the metro, now that shit is retro
Like the Infrareds on my feet, baby, let's go
Sinatra what they know me by, Logic what they call me
Gotta catch a flight
Six foot six he stood on the ground
Weighed two hundred and thirty-five pounds
But I saw that giant of a man brought down
To his knees by love
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