Lyrics:
cream cones
get the fuck out'a here
[Pusha T]
Thats for real, my gats is real
SL5 is looking like the batmobile
Chrome lips with the matchinh wheel, ugh
colds
at the jump off, it's about to jump off my nigga, speak with tha hand or the gun talk.
Yo, RZA, we got the clan at the front and police
on the dance floor
Were blowing up this party with this sex bomb
Take my hand understand I'll rock for years all across the land
So let me see you shake it
a tricker
Get your bitch out the car 'fore we blick her
We put an AirTag on his car, he in Miami by Brickell
Say "Hello" to the four nickel
I got
it
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your prime
When faced with the final judgment of today
Who profited from
Who's that knockin' on my door?
It's gotta be a quarter to four
Is it you again, comin' round for more?
Well, you can love me tonight if you want
One, two, three, four, five, six
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
I don't want to spend
right where we should be
With my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time
When sand's close at hand
And the sea is touching me,
I feel much happier
Than I've ever felt. and a long time goes by
And I'm floating in
be 'bout
Stop playin', I'll knock a nigga clean out
Yeah, I got bitches
Ugly nigga only got 'em 'cause my riches
I done made it out the trenches
I
Jesus told you niggas to do?
Work for four dollars and twentry-five cents an hour
And y'all ain't stealing shit?
Well you know me, I started stealing
Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her
that
If we're ever to win
Why we'll have to flatten the country"
"It's my own troops I have
To watch out for", he said
"I sleep with a pistol right
dance
Dance Imma dance, Imma do my little dance
While I hold liquor in my hands
Imma do my little dance
5 God, against the odds
Got a few hundred, paid my
a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile
see is not me, what I see is not me
One, two, grapefruit
How am I back here again?
Three, four, lose more
I know my mirrors are lyin'
Five, six,
Step by step I fell in love with you
And step by step it wasn't hard to do
Kiss by kiss and hand in hand
That's the way it all began
Soon we
excuse me miss
I saved the last dance for you
How I love to keep you here with me oh baby
Now shorty grab hold of my hand
And let's pretend the floor
devised myself a plan
That should be the envy of most any man
I'd sneak it out of there in a lunchbox in my hand
Now gettin' caught meant gettin' fired
(I came to burn Red Rocks down if you guys are here with me)
I heard you died out in Cheyenne
With my mother's ring on your hand
Note in your
my friend,
A way a way a way home
Tried to walk, found a severed hand
Recognized it by the wedding band
Said it's ok, do you want some
Three, four--gonna bust through your door
Five, six--you better lock up your chicks
Seven, eight--before it's to late
Act right, ladies seem forgot
Take out the security guard with a slap of my hand
Yeah, he's wearin' a badge, but he's a ol ass man
Pump his ass in the head, and take his gun
So me
Step by step I fell in love with you
And step by step it wasn't hard to do
Kiss by kiss and hand in hand
That's the way it all began
Soon we
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