Lyrics:
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The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
cream from Mr. Softie
Tom Hanks calls the base of Keith in the UK
We sold a lot of Mercedes Benz's
And BMW's to the small starving communities
all night if you wanna ball
GT on the phone, gotta pick the call
Dial more on the three way, let's ride
You already know the duty, yeah she don't mind
A cereal killer who's stabbing tracks
Wield my pen like a sword call me Percy Jackson, no Jordan but mics better watch they back
The options were college
to God bless you like achoo
Police find you in the bayou with your friends by you
With your shit knocked loose
Nigga that's what you'll get like Ken
just vibing
In my lane
While i swerve in the best
A cedes benz
Tail lights
When im leaving the set
Upgraded from the jordans
Now we pop in the foreigns
hide behind you
He just said my brother don't do anything that I do
Cause he would risk it all, then he received a call
Said it was a gift from heaven
and forth (no)
And I promise that I'll get it by force (on God)
Remember the all white Forces (white)
Now we in all white horses (white)
We used to hit
of dancers,
I knew she was basic when she pulled up in them fuckin pandas,
Shawty call me phone like 20 times, I ain't never answered
Baby trippin, in my head
'em drink a Patron
Put the Henn aside
My pen provide me proof I was sent from God
I ain't mad at the fact that
You gay and you into guys
I'm mad that
mad heads be in the mall
Let's breeze, we got a show, plus I got another phone call
just putting my order in
I call my mum on the phone kind a demanding
Don't stop cooking mum at seven I'm landing
She just laughed and said I don't
when the lights go down
Signing in signing out
Gods descend to take me home
Find me staring at my phone
I'm wondering where the hours went
As I'm
controlled by?
Is it the tv? music? people? your flesh? fear? circumstances?
Or maybe your cell phone?
See, It should be God but we only call on Him
When we
head
And break your new bond there's a plan in place, it ain't yours, it's God's
So you calm down a little with the words from your mama
Weeks go by you
(Chorus)6x
Where them boys at?
(Where they at)
Where them girls at?
(There they go)
(Master P)
Call bugs on the phone
Whodi meet me by the dome
Phone call baby decline it I'm actin stingy
2 tone ap i ride in the back of bentleys
Fuck you pay me only god can forgive me
I take my medicine and i
[Scoob:]
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
Pick up the phone, call up the line
Call up the request line
Call up the line
Call up the request line
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us
I react with beams and MACs?
Lil' woadie kick a door
She just want some diamonds
Flooded from her head to toe
Call it perfect timin', on her left
got millions of reasons
God cover my soul, I been facing my demons
I got niggas from the DMV tryna give me they semen
What to say I got the sauce,
You been so amazing
Hand to God
Tell me all the reasons
You fell off
I know you don't need no practice
Just to start
I wont tell how I'm
too
Phones out when I bring the jag through it’s that new
That dude that you once knew from that one school been dead and y’all ain’t that cool
So
Louis Vuitton
Greatness isn't defined by the jewelry or high wages
Comes from the way that you prosper in dark places
Comes from the way that you conquer
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