Lyrics:
Lips,
cnd a walk like Tyra!
She on that runway setting it on fire!
cin't no chick Flyer.
Shorty is a Diva!
If you get with this chick you just might
by the cops and shit
It’s a democracy you gotta talk and shit
Nah
But anyway, I’m in the stu straight knockin shit
You Know I live in this bitch no
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
truth
But f*ck it I'm telling it all otherwise what's the use?
No time for no regrets no time i leave the booth
That's if I leave this mf sh*t it's about
like Rican dolla bands
Only thing I take serious is garments and money
And late periods, there she is
Screamin in a two by two, too fly two seater
Too
train Ramo
Mustache any old Money, "no!"
Merrily merrily merrily merrily
In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of heresy
Frog men schooled by the god Ed
hate repeatin' myself
Truth been told, I been cheating myself
I deserve way more than be put on the shelf
Influenced by these niggas, wish you would be
many flakes in my pinky, say I need Vidal Sassoon
Fish in the fish tank gon sip drank, yeah they'll be leaning by noon
And the two Brazilian
you
Tryna race a soapbox
And even if I'm broke, dog
I'd rather have no job than no heart wale!
Flow retarded
I need to wipe the slob after every bar
you
Tryna race a soapbox
And even if I'm broke, dog
I'd rather have no job than no heart wale!
Flow retarded
I need to wipe the slob after every bar
2 g's on a new belt like
Louis just cause I feel like
Do it for myself but the chicks like
She ask if my ice real I'm like "duh" like
Said she
wont get you by
Truth is a Paris Hilton jail cover story could never flop
For that sexy mug-shot I could get a million dollars a pop
Even Michaels in
complaining
It's still the same shit
Mo Money Entertainment
Family first Nigga
No such thing as new arrangements
You can tell I'm doing well
By the niggas that
crib
Let's go
Step up out the club with a dizzy head
I got two chicks both got dizzy legs
I'm bout to double up
You know I'm 'bout to double up
through the block with the sun shining and I
Just wanna ride, I just wanna ride
Go to the mall and I hit the gym
Have a pool party, take some chicks for
a groupie
He wanna book me
Like the rest of em players, he so foolish
It's two pods in the game ain't no two peas
Laid wig, snatched waist and a two piece
(Charlie Tuna in the morning 1-0-4)
It's 8-0-8 you'll never believe this, Laurie (hm)
In the studio right now (yeah?) Two Charlie Tunas (uh)
J5
Find out who you are by the company you keep
As kids we saw things that no man should see
Same time, there's nowhere that I'd rather be
so sci-fi
And I don't sit still I keep it moving like a drive-by
I just tell the truth, so I'm cool in every hood spot
21 years and I ain't ever met
INTRO:
It's a lot of stuff going on in the world
Opinions replace truth
cnd all of the numbers and skewed
But here's what you do
I got chu
VERSE 1:
All I need is baking soda some pots and pans
Little ice up what I can
Chick at home saying I'm no good
When the fuck am I gon' get her out
no games twenty two
This shit ours
Look we applying pressure all twenty two
Applying pressure all twenty two
Applying pressure all twenty two
It's our
up
The 2 sides of my mind wanna break up
So all of these thoughts getting made up
Man I almost gave up and that's not me (no)
Get a likkle shape up I'm
like it’s Air Drake
Summertime, I’m busy looking for an escape, to embrace
Roll up a J and let the high sit
Two phones, all for the money not no
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