Lyrics:
1, 000 people around you, and you just feel so alone
Like you don't fit into any crowds that you're in
Well, yeah, welcome to my life
It's been like
you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn
Mr. wipe down ya heard me Foxx-a-million
This one be the remix!
Badazz, Savage live, Fox-a-million
Man you already know what it is ya heard me
We
I remix
Insane rabbit gang and Three 6 (yeah)
Get my ho to set him up, a free brick
Told a nigga never trust a freak bitch
I'ma break her off
a girl like you 'til now?
I change my words around three, four times
Understand? Nod to what I'm saying
Nothing problem
I love the way her talk
(Hook)
all around the world for the (women, weed and weather)
These niggas'll kill for that, put it in your grill for that
Still everybody gotta build for
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
to come over and
Be my baby
It's on you to choose who you Truly really are
Before you start
Remix this ignition
Make your decision known
Perplexed by my
out there, I'm comin'
(But I still know this is the life, baby, baby)
Let's go get 'em Just
Time to duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire
Duck, fire,
I'm straight from da struggle dats just how I eat
I know you hear the trumpets
3rd time around dis ain't a 3 peat
I gotta go and get it dats by any
god damn day
Sometimes I want to go back around the way
Sometimes I want to ride and smoke, sometimes
Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
dog
Big stasis who i been around
And we buy it we don't lease it
Hit it once and i don't never do a remix
I don't want her
You can have her
I don't need
Remix
Aye
Ssg
I'm coming up with the whole team Jaz made the beat on fleek
Ain't nobody fuckin with me I say
Oh my god Ima beast I'm blessed head
living, you can read about it
I go for it, won't compete about it
I done laid the bushes, I ain't creep around
And by the grace of God, I can speak about it
Bottoms, 7 Jeans
Winter time she rock this, no boots
I'm on the remix bitch I stay in the booth
The gas (?) Never smoke that hookah
Going slow motion
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
Just let the world know
That you're ready for show
Count 3 and let go
Before you turn around and go home
Turn around
Down by the Lilikoi
Near
We don die we multiply
Never touch down till we touch the sky
I dey pass by dem dey wonder why
Wonder why wonder why
We don die we multiply
Never
We don die we multiply
Never touch down till we touch the sky
I dey pass by dem dey wonder why
Wonder why wonder why
We don die we multiply
Never
the judges
If you hate, but then say that I'm great, then it’s end of discussion, move around on the beat
With that heat like the sun, bitch, but I stay with
Still young, dumb and don't give a shit
Gotta play around and live a bit
Still time left to be serious
Know someday they'll be hearing us
Fly high, dare
And it stay around
Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down
Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots
Ain't givin' it up
So turn me loose
But then again I
That asked for your hand, and still the same plan
Another brother falls by the wayside
Another brother falls by the play side
I knew ever since I was
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