Lyrics:
slow boy
See me in the club surrounded by a bunch of dope boys
Designer all up on my pants
She think I'm a dope boy
Throwin' money while she dance
She
ordered to war
So at 3:45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four
Somebody ask me for change for a dollar
While I spray your ass with four different
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
I been hangin' with these niggas.
And till I die I gon' remain with these niggas.
St. Paul in
The M-P-L-S, I hear you callin'.
I put it down, yes.
(4nalaog)
By myself, by myself
Yeah I did it by myself
By myself, by myself
I don't, I don't need no help
By myself, by myself
Yeah I did it by
tank top
From my snapback to my dang socks
From four hundred per paycheck
To four figures, no leg lock
I'm a top guy so bottom line nigga don't quit your
an Iv(y)
Not talking bout league, so don't try me
My heart is froze, so I only cop jewelry that's icy
And you know, I'm lit like a Mufucka
I came out
(Kingdom Kome)
This a four course dinner (my team)
I rock a horse like the Porsche emblem (supreme)
And we the Gods spittin' raw venom
Ring the alarm
Twenty-five ounces in a bottle of wine
Twenty-four hours it's a day at a time
Twenty-three lived a hell of a life
Twenty-two such a blur, it's
Get 'em
Living life on the east coast
Way back in the day tryna beat most
Anybody that wanna do what I do
Well, let me keep it a hunnid with
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
drop off and licker her.
Pop! Best be known, time to take the shot!
Travel through the UNKNOWN, Hell YEcH! (x4)
Whipping in the last car know my block.
walked a crooked mile, I know
I had more time than money, I had no place left to go
closed my eyes and chose a destination like any good refugee
I
Have you heard about them boys?
They go by Slowed and Throwed
Steady sipping on a four
And blowing dro up in the show
Always leaning to the side
smile with the rising sun (Yeah-Yeah!)
Three little birds, pitched by my doorstep (Yo-Yo!)
Singing sweet songs (hey now), of melodies pure and true (Hey
(Aye My Boy Astro That's You, Cook Sum Up)
Oh my 4x4 i heard that you be take the keys
I be living dangerous and you know i got to pray before i
folks
Good vibezzz
Friday night
Poppin tops
Bout dat time
Money on my mind
Stay up on the grind
Clocking out now it's time to shine
Liquor store by 5
I walked in the store
Saw you for the first time
Swear I saw your aura
It caught me by surprise
Til this day I can't
Explain just how I feel
It's
I’ve Had Many Friends – Words & Music by Desmond Allen June 03, 2006
I’ve had many friends through the breadth of time; each one true and dear
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
needs to be a four letter word we show
It's the beat of love
If you're alive you're living to love another day
Take your ladies hand go to the floor like
We make the club jump every time we walk in this bitch
Yea, we shining. You can tell my niggas is rich
Rozay and Patron at my throne, women at my
Strawberries and cherries, rose pedals and wine
I know its crazy but baby I get better with time
Not even in my prime, and I can read you mind
So
Talking
Chorus-DJ Paul-(8x)
I'd rather die a soldier
Than nigga live a coward
(Lord Infamous)
Bullets are spittin' alright
I will let
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