Lyrics:
park it
By the bar so they can meet the vic with deep pockets
And them dudes buy them cars and turn 'em in to sweet objects of desire
Big rims
This here is on some Hova shit
I'ma touch a billion 'fore it's over with
I'ma be a mogul with a mogul chick
This is just me gettin' started, watch
Ready or not, refugees taking over (ready or not)
The Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta
On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
Crews run for cover,
but it's street gossip
It's nothin', ain't 'bout no cash and hung up the phone
He can tell by the sound of his tone
Next time he see him, it might
So y'all niggas can fly
It's Gangsta Grillz, you bastards
This a Big E beat
And I'ma cook this bitch like piggy meat, yeah, haha
You can get
to
I'm as fly as a Jordon poster, I'm leaning hair breathe
Smelling like hen and a mix of hydroponic by the the time
My click find me in VIP I'm lost in
Seen from the height
Of a thousand miles
The earth looks the same as it did
How is it we can fly faster than day
But we can't find the things we
What's happening?
On the real, you needa go on and give it up
Yea whatever
You been lovin' her, trustin' her, kickin' up
Yea yea
But she's been playin
A little tin soldier's marchin by
Sergeant major unzips his fly
Pulls his weapon from his camouflage pants
Slaps away til it starts to dance
A shootin
on by
The years began to fly
They aged and so did I
And I could tell
That mama she wasn't well
Papa knew and deep down so did she
So did she
and bump Geto Boys
Twisting fingers, throw bankers out the window it's like we sense some danger
I ain't fly by this fall, let you meet your maker
Skinny
them niggas runnin' up
Now lay it down for me
Foreign cars for all solid broads that I know
I drive through and slide all these bum bitches McDonald's
Baby girl you're dead
Death by your disguise
Society got you fucked up
Living in a lie
Just remove that mask
Take off all that make up
Come up
I’m a Chicken
I’m one of the cutest animals you’ll ever meet as a baby chick.
I’m also very brave.
You’ll find me on the farm with the calf,
for, w-what more could you ask for?
I'm switchin' up my flows, sellin' out these shows
Pop a bottle of Dom P, then spill it all on my clothes
Damn
the gold gold
That fly shit I've been on
That fly shit I've been on
Shit I've been on
Meet the one and only yeah homie I'm Thelonious
Blowing pause no
maybe its the way i tip my hat
that make these broads be up on me like that
but it seems no matter how
many chicks that i turn down
u still think im
nightmare to side chicks, some things are just meant to be
(Deal with life)
This it for me, give my daughters a kiss for me
Y'all call this fame, I call
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
be dreaming
So jiggly, so soft
Goddamn it I wanna break you off
So hot you gon' melt
Eat you all up by myself
Girl I can't wait to unwrap ya
It's
as i'm dead
Cheerios in my soup
I got cheerios in my soup
Cheerios in my soup
I got cheerios in my soup
Time flies, i don't know why
But the leaves fall by
come around like honey!)
'Cause I'm fly like a bee! (oh, yeah?) (say what?)
Man I got 'em all buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin',
fresh nice ones on my feet
That's it goes
And I'm tryin' to find a chick I can meet who ain't about the dough
Cause it ain't all about that no more
it be but the squad's O.G?
Be laid up Wit chicks that resemble ?
Half black, Japanese n something
Menages, orgies believe me its nothing
The girls
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