Lyrics:
the same and that goes double for the trouble in the hell that I've caused I think I take a step back if my life a round of applause two sides of a lifeline
of the taliban
Tempted he aint scared to hit em, 2 to the chest, 1 to the head
Gettin ready for discharge, 6 years & no child
Gotta crib, nice whip, and a job
And plan A's working, I don't need a plan B
Big car, still have trouble when I'm parking my whip
Man I pour out a cup of the brownest of rum
I make her do
dead, flashin' his heat
Two cars are movin' fast on the street
That's when I peeped, that dude was in his back passenger seat
(Yo that shit was
dead, flashin' his heat
Two cars are movin' fast on the street
That's when I peeped, that dude was in his back passenger seat
(Yo that shit was
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
too
But lots of things can happen from the age of two to twenty-two
Went from playing with toy cars and homies play with you
To loving the good
you hurting and they happy
Ain't giving a shit
My baby mom's want to talk
About buying a new truck
When she just lost 2 cars plus
My Lexus what the fuck
And a nigga was buckwild, I'm ducking and dodging
Trying to stick 'em with my little blade, Rae in some trouble
I got to the glove box, I threw two shots, he
or else we knucklin when I get in my car my seat belt I'm bucklin
It ain't that I'm afraid but I'm trying to get paid
From a high school to bare ain't no
swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall niggas could nevah see me)
Hook 2:
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
I don’t fuck with none of y’all pussy niggaz off the flap
I’m ride around
(verse 2)
Hyt da car wash
And i jump out like a pimp
Armor all my
honing my skills yet
No-one can match my workrate
Prolly make 4 more tunes by next Thursday
Mashing the keys since early
Stayed out of trouble
Didn't wade
Aye two stones, gotta break down a boulder I'm not rich porter, you cannot afford her, need two loans
No we not tryna race I just steady my pace
a car, you've got a room,
We can talk all night or make love by the moon,
Feel the love, in the air,
What else is there?
People talk about troubles
She 'bout to go to the dance hall (hall)
Two bad bitches got a dance-off (off)
By the end of the night, I tried 'em all (all)
We get allowed
ball player, pro stars
Reach for the stars that's the way to go ma
I'm in the cut the one that leave no scars
Dark shades by D I O are
They watchin' me
overtake us man take u time
Windows down music high
Disturbing the night
All the cars got emergency lights
Even the police ain?t givin? us trouble
We
the back of their gran's house or somewhere
where they shouldn't have done it 'cos they migth get in trouble
with the authorities. It's the Goldie Lookin
the car wash now see you workin' , wash my shit punk
You had all the bitches, paper, no trouble
Now your ass is up in the air gettin banged out for pebbles
[Ghostface]
Just like a fresh pair of Royals on the first day of school
It was love, even from the jump I spoiled you
Before the fame camera cars
(but I still get in trouble) killa, uh, but what, uh
[verse 1]
Mami all on me cause I'm touchin' her belly
I'm on butter pirelli's
Wit' purple
Hacking like six to the four
Like six double oh, like
Four, or either two doors
Money no like C to the E-O
Oh I forgot like ju don't know
Like I'm
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 living in
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