Lyrics:
Half drunk in Chicago, waiting for my train to come in
I must have missed it five times or more
I was lower than I ever been
I climbed the hill by
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
(My Abba)
More than enough He provides (More than enough)
No greater source than God (Hallelujah)
No greater source than God
He is not a man that he
Gal you so fresh like see to da breeze
Original like rice and peas
Hot hot hot like a hundred degrees
Pass mi da ting mek me give her more speech
Right
props
But I don't give a damn, I am just a man
I am not more important than any one of my fans
First name Bobby, so I'm all about the hundreds
Work so
they can't
The murders have increased more than ninety-five percent
And the drug amount of which they make
Is more than seven hundred million dollars
You can get more clout and shit, You can get more gal then him
But if it's bout realness you know it's risk
Set up ting, get shot in your tits
Try run
dirt all by my lonely..
[Treach]
I roll with hundreds, sometime thousands, maybe a little more
But don't need NAR' a motherfucker when it's time for
talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Prim'
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man
Forty by nature
Y'all Corny by nature Meaning
All of y'all naturally whack
And I'm naturally dope like coke before crack
Oh Really? I'm more like the weed
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album,
different scheme house
Portal Di road
Di Wole team out
Molly a Pop
Gal freak out N
Pon Di
St Ann’s
Beach house
Coulda 100 dollar
Or a mill man chop
From
[Originally by The Police]
Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
With no one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could
by the store no more
It's really on, you a dickhead
Now you a dead man with no hand
Now you can't believe you jammed
Between my six niggas, sixty
the girls dem sugar like Beenie man
Here comes the boom
Here comes the rhythm, it shakes the room
Bucket hat so low, all you seein is me grinnin
If ya lookin
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
to get it
Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city
Gas 93, now everything litty
Rooks got
kneeling there upon the ground
A pardon I was granted, my sinful soul set free
No more to fear the angry waves upon life's stormy seas
Forgiven by
'bout shooter
I'm a big stepper, I'm keeping my shooter
I was just fuckin' that bitch on a rooftop
Three hundred a show, get more in Dubai
Tell me
100 spokes
100 spokes
100 spokes
100 spokes
Yeah yeah
100 spokes
100 spokes
100 spokes
100 spokes
Let's get lit in this b****
Like how I'm
And I know that's how I get paid
But it's not really how I wanna get laid, so
Hundred forty when I last got weighed
And I'm gonna lose more by Saturday
the army, nigga
More drugs than a pharmacist, nigga
I dare you try to harm
A nigga, you harmless, nigga, yeah
100K on my neck and it's charmless, nigga
You
more than two months at the least,
And plenty of good rum, boys, stowed away in our chest,
We will give her a rally for to praise all our fency,
All our
best
Say we ain’t got no time for no corona thing
We ain’t party in years
(Yeah)
We be causing a commotion by the ocean blue
And watch de gal dem in
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