Lyrics:
fiend yo bitch look like a drag queen (What the fuck)
I bust down 2 milli in 20's and put in the wall (Racks, racks)
I told all my bitches can't get in
inside
Is this the roaring 20’s up in my town
All the people places have gone down
No more love upon a sticky dance floor
And I must say,
"The death of Girl Number Two," read the first line,
Written by a fond paper columnist,
"Actually happened in the 20's
And since she's been
gross net and hid it under my mattress
I use to get bored count 20's for practice
Paper therapy we let the money relax us
Gold chains round my neck
[Chorus: x2]
Haters!
Hatin' cause my 20's be..choppin! choppin!
Hatin' cause these hoes be..jockin! jockin!
Try me and my glock'll be..cockin!
Dancing lika gypsie and a genie
Oh ya ayy! Got to get awa ayy
I said no wa ay got to get awa ayy
In da roaring 20's
Whe-en bootleggin' was plenty
They
to get by what are going to do
The 20's is looking at you
You think you're happy
But you're just confused
Don't kid yourself - you're just being used
Like
need some more towels up here
When you see shorty
The one that's sittin' on them 20's
Tell 'em in 504 if she's still bobbin', you heard?
Let's get
'Specially when you're sittin' on 20's they get nauseous
Standin' in the Azure with white Air Forces
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin'
Everlast is in effect
Gettin big respect
Then I collect big checks
1's, 5's, 10's, 20's
100 g's and I'm pullin honeys
Left and right, day and night
You gotta
Halleluja
They look at me like hallelujah (Hallelujah)
i got the money hallelujah (Thank u lord)
got in the city hallelujah
20's in your titis
be on my side?)
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you want
longer know my place
So I stopped and I thought
Oh I'm feeling just a little lost
(My my my)
My 20's are killing me slow
Look down on my world vertigo
Am I
way
Long story short he saw a commercial that said that
The 20's are the prime of your life
But that doesn't seem to be true at this moment
nigga's wake-up, smoke water and drank up
Heavenly, blocks flames from 20's to the seventies
It's ballers tuckin' fed cash, to get you dead fast
Gangstas
to the bank and sit your pain out
I don't give a fuck about shit
Yeah
Let's get it, makin' 20's, yeah
Yeah
Let's
Skrrt skrrt
Pull up in my Viper, got my 20's
ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
Them West side guys will get ya
Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya
Them South side boys
But never mentioned me
Sometimes I wonder why
You still keep me up at night
Then i think of how i cried
cnd it gets to me
So
Yeah i'm in my 20's
20s and the 30s birdy
Working serve it
Dollars chevy impala
Any nigga in the world
Cool as long as she come
Back with all my guala
Ain't no button
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin'
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
get old I hope his heart stays big and never grows cold
And he remembers every trip to Bryant denny and still his mommas little boy in his 20's
I hope
the 20s, 20s
I ain't frontin' 'cause a nigga got plenty
And gotta save me a dollar
For Mellacar and Denny's
I'm wildin' out with the Bentley
Smile out in
& if you want some dick then you better come & suck it
Boy to a man, Confuzion who I be
Now I'm in my 20s no xmas tree, yeah
Confuzion who I be now I'm
leaned out you know
Our car screened out and if we ain't ridin 20s
We chrome 19ed out 84s got me shinin in the lane
We been ridin blades stop stealin our
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