Lyrics:
and Domo, we're two talented kids
Bitch, I'm back like my jump on Jimmy Fallon's ribs
Think I give a fuck? Axes get to hackin' at dicks
Then toss salads
I'm chis', I spit that best out
But I ain't tryna be stretched out
So I went up to Kaiser, my surprise was the diagnosis
What? Cancer? I'm twenty-two
I shoot my target and kill it, I don't fuck with the grazing
These buggers, yeah they gon' send them back up to God
They gon' raise them up
Like I
I just fucked this bitch so good she swear she think it's 3 of me
She watch me like DVD
Plugged in like the USB
Count that money everyday, got cake
breaking up and I won't get the good end
Got into some drugs and stuff I thought I never would and
This ain't the way the story goes, turn back to page '20
pussy, fucking my bitch
I've been going platinum, you walk by
You player-hate, don't even try
Chorus
Verse two:
Don't ever quit, once you get started
sweet like I ain't know she with a opp
Baby girl, this yo' life you playin' with, ho don't get shot
Two choppas by myself in this stolo, I'm slidin' hot
I'm iced out (bling!)lookin like a wedding cake
I hear niggas whisperin man I bet its fake
But I got cash ride around in drop Jags
With my top back
I'm iced out (bling!)lookin like a wedding cake
I hear niggas whisperin man I bet its fake
But I got cash ride around in drop Jags
With my top back
[chorus X2]
If ya ridin' rims, ya gotta ride flats (uh,ha)
I'm sittin' high ridin' on lebron back (uh,ha)
Dees 23's (uh,ha) if yean know (uh,ha)
I got
want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But
That's why me and her got along so good
Anything I asked her to do, you know she would
We would have family day, in back of building seventy
I would win
told my brother ปีนี้ว่าเราทั้งสองนั้นพร้อม Get rich
4REcL คนที่มันไม่จริงให้มึงตัดมันทิ้งกูบอกกับน้อง I Say goodby
Sory ที่กูต้อง change
and back in hopes to glow with you
She's the Patti Mayonnaise to my Doug Funnie
Every kiss is twenty four carats, no Bugs Bunny
I used to live wild (wild)
twenties and them twenty twos
We act a fool, back in the game I used tothow tha dreams
In my firebird on them choppas wit them fuckin screens
Sippin' that
putting out hit's
Tryin' to shoot me
But I'm out in LA on the low livin' Gucci
And lavish
They tryin' to take they money back
It's two to they cabbage
I sit by the railroad side like Johnny B. Good
I've been exiled, from my neighborhood
And all my friends that I've made along the way
Hopefully,
X2]
If ya ridin' rimz, ya gotta ride flats (uh,ha)
I'm sittin' high ridin' on lebron back (uh,ha)
Des 23's (uh,ha) if yean know (uh,ha)
I got
look like they'll pop through beaters
And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater
But ma' I ain't the type to love ya
I'm a triflin', good for
back ova here, all y'all fake mounted aa niggas ridin' dees, we stop ridin' dees in '99 (checke checke) put dat
Lil' boy shit up
(so so def)
[chorus X2
I got it
Your mom is so fat (How fat is she?)
Your mama is so big and fat that she can get busy
With twenty-two burritos, but times are rough
I
city sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I
beaters
And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater
But ma' I ain't the type to love ya
I'm a triflin, good for nothin, type a brother
This cute
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
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