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Chips, Willie Chicks, Willie crisp, big fun
Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns
Prada, the Gucci, it's all in Bird fun
I'm
Lexus, Benz, Impala's wit' the top down drivin' careless
Swervin' through from left to right, and I'm dressed so super tight
Baby girl shake it
that's name brand and top of the line
Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine
Ain't a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog
Come through on dub-deuces,
searching right through that luggage
One man's trash, that's another man's come up
Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button
Up shirt, 'cause
I've never seen you look like this without a reason
Another promise fallen through
Another season passes by you
I never took the smile away from
born to live, By the big bold axe||And when his day is over, he'll talk with many chums|He'll sing about the sweetheart, He'll wed when springtime comes|
on the floor
But baby I gotta get through
Crumb by crumb in this big black forest
Maybe in you I'll believe
Maybe I'll believe in you
Suddenly I'm not
Baby
I know you like when I talk nasty to you
If it's fuck me, then it's fuck you
Send me your location, I'ma come through
I'ma put it down
real
Now, some of us do but most of us don't, that's just how a nigga feel (come on)
I shed blood
For my people that'll keep you lookin' see-through
round")
Look I'm fresh back from out of state, JFK arrival
A big spliff in my ashtray, July sunny day
And I'm feeling idle, slide through Medina, son
paying attention
Well, you heard it once, and then maybe twice, under someone's breath as they walked by
But you don't buy that big old bag of lies,
'Cause we got a great big convoy
Rockin' through the night
Yeah, we got a great big convoy
Ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face
You ain't gonna have no face to save
By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake
It may
it's a sucker-free lane
Harry Hoover Hussein, kickass weed, Wu-Tang
B's for big on the Bentley, can't squeeze through lanes
Raw papers in Jamaica, eat
rode the MARTA, through the hood
Just tryna find that hook up, now everyday we looked up at the ceilin'
Watchin' ceilin' fans go 'round, tryna catch
in New Orleans all the girls gonna jump and shout
When them big green gates open up wide
I'll come steppin' out
in New Orleans all the girls gonna jump and shout
When them big green gates open up wide
I'll come steppin' out
a big red pocket
Flyin' high by the time the band comes on
I'm loaded, got a fist full of cash
I'm rollin' just filed her up with gas
I'm goin'
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
can at signed rappers
Lesson two, face 'em and dis 'em (what up dog?)
Don't give em a demo, kidnap 'em (I want you to come with me)
And make 'em come
can at signed rappers
Lesson two, face 'em and dis 'em (what up dog?)
Don't give em a demo, kidnap 'em (I want you to come with me)
And make 'em come
an avalanche
I'll teach you how to finesse for some big bands
I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no
Now when the big bad wolf got in Grandma's house
And Little Red Riding Hood was scared as a mouse
And just like her I'm scared through and through
the chill thru'out the land
I saw me a bug a walkin' and at first I thought he was quakin'
Then I found out he was talkin' while he crawled across the sand
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