Lyrics:
feelin' like Yao Ming
Drippin' by all means, pour up an eight, I'm on tall, lean
You fill my cup, I keep sippin'
Wookie geeked up, he keep sippin'
wonderland feeling like the Son of Sam
I'm at your west coast branch, gun in hand
I'ma feel like superman,
Walk by the teller, better call the trooper, man
to Mexico?
We took a chance on those road side tacos
And we got sick by the side of the road
And the fall came
And we had that big pot lot party
And your
night
And they call this the great midwest
Where livin' is just gettin' by
And people trade in their happiness
For a smokestack, a big money deal in
they're gonna' make you sorry gonna' make you cry
If you don't jump, jump, jump, into the seat by and by.
Well, you jump for joy and happiness,
You
dip, she like big dick (yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (cash)
I like getting rich (rich)
She got lots of ass (ass)
I got hoes, Brad Pitt (bitch), yeah
on the parkways
Rich man, poor man, either way American
Shoved into the lost and found
The no-nukes yell "we're gonna all go to hell"
With the next big meltdown
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
in the game, I'm like Big
Jay and Puffy doing big things
But I got bigger things coming
Gotta have patience though
You don't get things by rushing
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
Oh, oh, oh (ayy, yo, Nashi, you go crazy)
Lord knows I want that Audemar, but I ain't rich yet
Truth be told, I hit your ho, won't get your bitch
Oh yeah
Hey yo, man
Ain't nothin' like a nice bowl of cornflakes in the morning
To smooth you out
Milky cereal
(Baby)
Milky cereal
Milky
rich nigga rich nigga) yeaa (yeaa yeaa)
Rich nigga rich nigga (I'ma rich nigga rich nigga)
Sacc real heavy still sayin I ain't got it
Yeah I'm big petty
fills
20 inch wide, 20 inche high
Ho, don't you like my 20 inch ride?
20 inch thighs make 20inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass
home oh from the party
And the good folks just got up
Crooked delegation wants a big donation
Send some old jive preacher to the holy land
Lord honey,
to party heey
Yeah loves in the house california style
I was blazin leaves on the set side
Napa vest side
By the funky funky ass west side
You and ya crew
The Al Green offspring, guns and the melody
The big shot, wrist on cryotherapy
Soon as I press that button
Nigga better get right like the ambulance's
of that "Kill Bill"
Ten Mil motherfucker I'm still trill
Can't party with the women that like it dick
Refuse to cut my hair like Michael Vick
Dirty bird
demand
Be first class, don't ever think second-hand
You're gonna be a star, a big star
In style, L.A. Style
(Get in style)
Say hi as you cruise by
of that "Kill Bill"
Ten Mil motherfucker I'm still trill
Can't party with the women that like it dick
Refuse to cut my hair like Michael Vick
Dirty bird
cause I’m making a killin’
Niggas wanna try me
I’m strapped with the lammy
If Jay’s Illuminati, what am I, am I Bugatti?
Lodi Dodi, we like to party
Big 4
Storch
The Big Boss, Daddy
Cartel, and we here
Después de esto lo tuyo suena como un demo pa'
It's true
Compara
Tú no estás a mi nivel
Just like
bales by the day
I can move a whole hundred
Couple niggas say they got paper on my head
They frontin', yeah
Poppin' big shit, nigga know my clique lit
to the three
I like good pussy and I like good tree
Smoke so much weed, you wouldn't believe
And I get more ass than a toilet seat
Three to the one, from
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