Lyrics:
it out in the world, so people show me love (echoes)
Yeah, I always get it back
This ain't no pimp game here, that's a different track
We talkin' this
When I get you in spot imma make yo jaws drop
When you make that pussy pop girl I don't know if I can stop
Throw it...back
Snatch yo ass up by yo tracks
the blue, ooh (Blue)
All of these hundreds, they blue, ooh (Wop)
All I know win, never lose (Lose)
Cuff a bitch, know Wop flew it (Flegh)
Ayy, Wop (Ayy)
She
cause I order
Up the ones by the motherfuckin' pound
Plus just chase after the motherfuckin' paper
Cha-cha-chasin' after motherfuckin paper
Let's just
there too
And they'll smile and my blue soul
Will finally be rewarded
And turn into strong silver
Track ten: 'Til death we do art
I know this girl
With
to the liquor store
She wanna go to the liquor store
I took a ho to the liquor store
I hit your ho by the liquor store
Boy, you a drunk, think I licked that
The shooters they call it Tyreke
X marks the spot where I'm going to the top
Getting there by any means
If the crew ain't right then the ship sink
I
on, jeans, state to state
And she got the nerve to fuck me all mean
While I rock all green, by all means
We in the mall fiendin', one more hump then
niggas
Head back to the honeycomb to break down figures
I love 38's but the trey pounds bigger
Throw in the bank, trucks the size of tanks now nigga
I
life's a riddle
Don't let it get ya
I wanna be legal
But it's this hustle that get me richer
One love to my peoples makin' money
I can see you bubblin'
I pretend, I'm unaffected by love
I can't comprehend,
How you went straight through my heart
I've got a confession, I don't want to mention
But
heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (oo)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my (city rhythm) nights in the city's lights (oo)
And things don't seem so
like Starbucks but it’s wok
(But it’s wok)
I’m coppin’ a zip
Can you meet me at the spot
(I’m at the spot)
Blew a kiss to my main boo
I love him a lot
Whoa
Whoa
The rhythm I'm feeling keeps me on track
As a trickle of sweat slides down my back
I'm feeling a fever, it gets me so hot
Hitting me right
on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean
I knew, all that I'd seen had meant something
Learned early, to fear none little Nas was hunting
news about who got popped
By another black man or knocking a white cop
If I ain't there when they start the fight stop like ah
Slow your roller or be
I'm an official mack, Lex coupe triple black
Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche
My destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he
If I cal three times a day baby
Come and drive my blue away
When you come,be ready to play
Do your duty
If you want to have some love
Give
half-life
And mostly I'll be ghost, and to talk about it have to rhyme into a flashlight
Now that's a long way from blackface track that they using for your
gave us the snub (she was buggin')
Who ill, a check for two mill
And a cheap case, defaced, blue still, true stills
I got stories that my soul can
forcefully
Life is a bitch yo I love her but she's costing me
Fly nigga head who thought about double crossing me
Spliff Star , the dutch hits , one
heartbreak shoes
These heartbreak shoes can't walk away my blues
As long as they keep running back to you
And I know by the day that my days are through
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