Lyrics:
little souls (why don't you quiet down?)
We're gonna crack your little souls (why don't you quiet down?)
We are the dollars and cents and the pounds
every time
Putting money on his books
Every cent, every dime
You be holding shit down
No help, single mom
It's like you did that bid with him
Cried, shed
Aye yeah, shawty how you been
On a scale from 1 to 5
You know you a perfect 10
I can't lie I want you bad
Yeah so bad I can't pretend
Make a, pray
(Where you from?)
I'm from a place were the streets are filled with snakes
That smile in your face as they plot to do wrong.
(Where you from?)
are sitting at the bar, and there's five poofs
sitting at the bar, us! Hahaha! Drinking these daqueries. Hahaha, no! So, the first one goes down, we
On my way to the town to take some cizash
An if you shizort bitch you in the bizag
I got fifteen in the tank, on my way to Burbank
Fist stealin' 5, ready
and Tarcisia told me where they were going and told me it was 38 via Regnoli. So she said “Would you like to come down?” By this time we’d moved up to Villanova,
Uptown one zero toes down iwas sa clown
Uptown mga baliw na wilab saming sound
Uptown five cents making rain nahmeannamsayin
Uptown we gonna make it
vibe and my sexy style
If you don't ever go nowhere, I won't ever go nowhere
And I will always be right here for you
Tell me, are you still down for
on the tip, cause my window was down
Stuck her head in the car, it was Dopefiend Carla
She said "Can you spare five dollars? I said hell no
She said "I'm not
lit, but me and Dave East wasn't feelin' it
P from QC gettin' sued by his BM
The cokehead to have five abortions worth 15 Ms
Talkin' 'bout Lira
it aint bout money then you know i gotta dip
And you aint my friend dont even ask me for a cent
Yeah yeah i been on my shit
I go so hard when im in my
said, "Photos: twenty-five cents each"
Black and white, saw a '30s bride
And two lovers laughin' on the porch of their first house
The kinda love that
all by myself
Just 5 years old but I sure am cold
My mom's out cooking steak for someone else
Sure am sleepy but I'mma wait till mama come
Eh, the rich
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
slow it"
They said look like I'm
Shootin' in slow motion
Hop out, walk down and stand over 'em
All this shit here could've been avoided
You know that
millennium
You can't know what I'm schemin', my ideas I'm concealin' 'em
These plain and simple bars I'm sayin' 'em just like I'm seein' 'em
My rhymes are
mind
I've been dedicated, still so deprecated, till i'm desiccated
I've been slated to be dead by thirty five
Dreamt a shady vision, predicament
Picked
know they got reasons
Do you know the track's release,
Like its a certain disease
People are gonna go feast on this release, yeah
This track gon' be
Gank this nigga
Pop this nigga
Stop this nigga
I'm on V.L. so you know I'm going to chop this nigga quick
We hit to split the scene go and blow something
dog I'm kinda real
(I only rap about what I do
And that 50 Cent's hot)
That's how I feel to be down you must appeal
To the crew, we're rated R
OC, OG
To throw the D 8 trace off ruckus click cause the mystery
Sellin which cap killin go down in history
You dissin me bell to releact the combat
I'm in a Cat-5, in the eye of a Cat-5
Calm in the center surrounded by black skies, I be tellin you dat's why
Weatherman Buck, you going with that
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