Lyrics:
slain, the fuck is you saying?
I'm like a pimp with the cane smooth with the words that I say
I live like a king, I got them kissing the rings I walk in
speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
Gucci bag with the Louis belt
You know I keep the Glock by the stash on the shelf
Your money too short nigga yous
to the room and I'm seein' the lights, I'm lovin' my life
Out in Dubai, out in Dubai
Wake up the morning, I hit up the breakfast, you know that they love us
into product I'll sell it ounce by ounce
I understood that
I'm my biggest enemy I gotta be ahead of me
If I want inner peace
Fuck my inner ego, 'cause I
dumb in the open
I was drunk on yo love, it was potion
You be telling all ya friends that I'm crazy
Cause that pussy got me feeling like we made to be
You came a long way from St. Louis
You climbed the ladder of success
I've seen the town and country cars
That were parked out in front of
Your
like that coupe, that bitch is brainless, yeah
Now them bitches fuck me like I'm famous, yeah
This ain't what you want, this how I came with it
Gotta
When you walked in my life
I never stood a chance
And you deserve a life
Filled with passion and romance
Yeah I'm that type of guy
Girl just give me ya
luck, she ready to fuck
But I don't want lust, I'm ready for love, so it's either that or I'm runnin' it up
She hit me on Sunday, again on a Monday, she
You see the magazines and
Me on your TV screens and
You think you know me but you really don't (you don't even know)
But I, I'm feelin' good about
You see the magazines and
Me on your TV screens and
You think you know me but you really don't (you don't even know)
But I, I'm feelin' good about
you been prayin', bang bang
Ridin' for my niggas and that's for life
High class, I'm just surrounded by these low-lifes
And I run this bitch like
and text
She wanna fuck on me (Love on me)
I keep the fire, I'm Hell (Hell)
I catch a bomb, Odell
You pussy boy, female (Ha)
About your bitch? Oh, well
dummies go get it
I got a key in the bag and the cops on my ass
But I swear that I'm mo'fuckin' drippin'
'Cause if I ain't in it you
Know I'm gon' kill it
(He is a true virtuoso)
You know I'm the goat
You see how I'm comin'
I'm one of a kind
I'm V like the Vogue
You know that I'm thumbin
And I got
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
like it like that' (like that)
Lift your shirt
You know how I flirt
Heels and skirt
Let's take it off
Now lets work (let's work)
Gotta love ma
us, 'cause we give 'em what they want, duh
Scope with the red light I pull up so fast that you only see headlights
I'm strapped with that TEC-9, I walk
guarantee
Bet you never knew
This love was made for you
Baby just come and see my view
Boy it's just me and you
I’m just confessin
The past, it got me
the Jake
I done moved it all on 55
What you mean
That's St. Louis and Memphis
And I'm right there in between
Cape Girardeau baby
That fell in love with
like that song
Wanna watch "Zapped" but I ain't got that long
My girl blow that trumpet like Louis Armstrong
I'm as Greek as a gyro from Arby's (not
Smoking on some cookies im gone off paranoia yea
Diamonds on the east side Benz
New Louis belt, I got my cuban locked in
220 budget boutta ball above
confessin
"Yo, I murdered Steve Austin," now I'm wanted by Bionic Woman
Women bring you more miseries like that movie
Stress go to India, smoke hashish with
to your own life
I do that too when I listen to music
That's why I'm doing this for you
And a little bit for me
That's why I'm doing this for you
That's why
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