Lyrics:
Gettin money is a habit
KXNG D.O.P.E. be da man, hoe
Big boss bank roll
Rollin in the Range Rove
Never broke again
I got money in the bank hoe
I been
nuttin' funny
Show, these motherfuckers, just how hungry you
Get, when your feet are touchin' (kid a nigga hungry, yeah, he one of ours)
P gunna,
43-43, everything flamed
Suck my dick, you heard, it's big Wok in the building, you already know the vibes
Like what
Like Wok
Like fuck all this fake
dot org
For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to
Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to
Nobody come close to my crew, we
to Coachella and buy up a whole P
Take it out to Arizona and smoke up the whole team
Bitch I'm rollin'
Ridin' round the westside dolo I'm in go mode ain't no
back to jail, I'm like uh uh
Upstate with the inmates and C.O.'s, no uh uh
I like to clap gats but my P.O. like uh uh
I stood in jail, I will never tell
C'est le hala bordel, t'as vu, ça part en sucette
T'sais quoi? J'déchire
J'ai rien d'autre à faire à part sortir des grands albums ('bums)
Qui font
sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The C needs coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's
my album off by giving you guys a lesson
Don't ever let love torture you cuz being single a blessing
And my shawty if you hearing this ill send you
I flow so nice
Smoking flavours
Get lit I light and rip my biro tip
I scripture pages
My flow so dangerous
You don't know no one like man
Yeah I bang
live now I'm on some rap shit
Album sold out keeps me far
From the big house
The hand guns from that bigger house
'Cause ain't nobody cuttin for me
down
Since you tough and you claim you the realest around
But just know Ju drip too hard like Gunna
Dropped an album and it bang through
own fan backwards
Maybe that'd live now, I'm on some rap shit
Album sold out keeps me far from the big house
The hand guns from that bigger house
Spin that nigga block, with the chops, choppin shit up
All this wock in my body got me sick, throwin up
Bang yo set, lil nigga, yeah, bitch throw it up
bang when I chat shit, bow
Like one hit wonder, sat in like Ardy Minus the one hit, sat in man can't be
Minus the geez , times talent by ten MC JC, you
When I ride by myself my left seat the big glock
Must've fell out the bed
I woke up with a big knot
Run it Run it Run it Run it Up
Okay okayyyyy
Run it
niedlich
Dann lass dir doch mal von deinen Eltern erzählen was gute Musik ist
Die hören wenigstens die Beatles (Phew!)
Du hast für dein Album ne Woche
accept it
We be on the big class, boy big stash
You don't got the same fit, homie, big trash
Y'all got me feeling like Tekashi
Cause everything's big, when
Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
Get bored quickly
He stay grown
So the p-a-tron had to get poured
Poppin' down P, I ain't drinking cheap shit
It's G and Too $hort, every bar, gotta bleep it
Album 25 it's the pimp tape
Asked the OG, how long did this
rock with me
Swang and bang I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
four might just
Turn up at your show me watching in a venue
Man we're leaving with your soul
I ain't tweeting little hoes
I need my P's to come and grow
on the radio
That sound like mine? Uh huh, uh huh, now
To have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And one goes by
Oh, do you feel me? Facts, what I'm still on
And I still got racks, I'm a real don
And we used to bang your shit
Now you're album, it's just
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