Lyrics:
BBM we take yo bitch like adoption
I cant be getting the money too slow we gotta speed it up (Speed it up)
My girl on the phone she want me to come home
another finally home
Time flies like drive-by’s on Colombia Road but you don’t know
I guess it gets good as it goes
And you playing with the heat you get
The heat will scorch (Hot)
Compact and it's handy
Henny and Brandy
Two bad bitches
Valet for parking
I was in Waa Too
My shooter in Hung Shing
Two whips
never comin' home
They locked his father up too he ain't do that shit alone
If bad parentin' was person it's that nigga
He was the getaway driver that
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
bulbs
But hot damn it feels good to be in it for the long haul
I could leave but I don't dare
Red white and blue got me too scared
So my black ass ain't
to know what's poppin'
I'm tryna give you this cock from Rockland's hot man
Shorty is tryna talk too much
I might say slick shit just to toss you up
Told Meeks just give me a beat
Aye better get Kayze, no cap
I'm all by myself at my home
We don't have to do it
But you call me alone
I am tryna let
She could ride a dick too, make me cum fast
I like them modelin bitches, I love them swallowin bitches
Where them hoes headed at, I'm 'bout to follow
slow
Got surrounded by a sheriff down in Mexico
(Well he was steppin' right along)
I were a hot-footin' it
(But he was steppin' too slow)
It was
to ball
Hehe
Paraphrasing but you get the gist
If I make it on my own
My true success is missed
Cause I don't wanna do it by myself
I wanna see my brothers
on what's really working
Little Dizzy out here hurting
Living on my own seventeen years old
Hit this studio that I call home
Eighteen I'm on that function
I'ma get a load
Then I'm gone, young nigga, right back on the road
Post up by the store, If it ain't about money, better not call my phone
I'm in my
to the Netherlands
I been to the neck I ain't takin too much questioning
V 6 tinted I can't be no pedestrian
Far from home, I ain't been up in my section
Don't need no
pilot, the environment reacts
Mirror images of a life of stone
Family asking me when he's coming home
Shit I wish I knew, I still miss him too
But the hero
the shoes well, the suit's flows nice
I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise
Meet me by the VIP, let's pow-pow
Whisper in my ear like,
sasuke i got revenge on the plot
Actually im madara ima give em all i got
Take on a whole army by my lonesome guess im hot
I got the juice got the gas got
Patrick simmons
Layin' back and sittin' in the sunshine
Hot wind, I drink me little wine
Straw hat down across my eyes
Lettin' the world go by
Yah
LT the
Uh
Promise one day
I be on busy
Going for the throne
Told me monk
Dont take too long
I got plans to
Take her home
Promise one day
I be
steppin' too slow
Got surrounded by a sheriff down in Mexico
(Well he was steppin' right along) I were a hot-footin' it.
(But he was steppin' too slow)
dogs gotta free us
Too hot, this the part where they need us
Cold drink, spill it, need a re-up
Now I'm driving back alive and the dash need to speed up
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
take the bus home
I'm too drunk to get my life going
But I see what it all worked out to be now
Oh baby yeah we can work it all out
Oh
Knock Knock
Don't
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