Lyrics:
to much for me
To not have you by my side
Cause no matter what your going through
You know that I'm gon' ride yea
You a brave girl
I'm a brave
and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got
Williams), Maharishi, DPMHI
Shout to Harley Bleckmen, Damien, and my big brother Nash Money Dollars
Alex, shout out to mag the over Slammin' Kicks, Dough
Shawty I do not want to fight her
She's a Demon Girl I do not want to go by her
Going out sad
You going out bad
I'm a boss left the Abyss and got off my
and don't speak
All why'all want to talk like we used to hang
'Cause I'm doin my thang, now you want to bask in my fame
That's why I stay out the club,
nigga fuck the sergeant
He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
Listen tho´ I´m missin' dough I gotta gather mo´
Hell naw, dead blocks
(Aelo)
(Jootsu)
We ballin like the globetrotters
Yeah we the dough plotters
Got my bitch in all pride
Smoking runtz strain obama
Strapped with some
Ladies, ladies and gentlemen
I would like to introduce you to
One of the greatest cats that I
Ever met in my life one of the coolest cats
One
To my niggas huh
We all we got
Let's hold it down though, y'know?
However it's gon' go down
This what we gotta deal with, y'know?
Yo
It's
Reach my surroundings when I move
Out cause dudes envy
Something like Prince Akeem 2 in the semi
Super soak ya, anti-social
For the mail I'll go
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
ears, you know she playing them right
Hilton style, billionaire boys club
Braveheart, ya'll don't want no war with us
Dump a semi-auto made by, I made
Arizona bitches, yeah they love me for sure
Let the wax joint burn, shout out West Coast Cure
My shit the bomb heat a nail hit the bong really on
All I want
This is a come up
Grinding for the ones that I love
Fuelled by the passion and pain
And all the bullshit that I've been through
Still I hold my head
love my watch, Audemars like
Smacked her ass hard like
Smiled back, bit her bottom lip, ma like
Then she kiss her teeth, cha like
She want in my
you want like we bumping lil durk
Got her by her ankles now she calling me kurt
This bitch made a mess ima need another shirt
I pull up with the worst
on the juke
Brothers know the angle, it's the Star-Spangled black banner
Hook up the beats at the funk manor
If you want a roll, then the dough I be raking
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
[Verse 1]
My, first
can't ignore it
I want it all in bigger portions getting paid for my performance
But you ain't gotta tell me I'm the shit
I'm jordan in 91 straight
This is a come up
Grinding for the ones that I love
Fuelled by the passion and pain
And all the bullshit that I've been through
Still I hold my
to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill?
Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase
Hemmed by Jake, worryin who might turn state's
So I chill,
hearted
All around it my life won't change for the good
As soon as i walk out the door, i'm called by the hood
Daz, would you come and ride for me,
Hey
wicked (ooh) had to kick it
I'm not shy, so I asked for the digits
A ho? No, that don't make me
See what I want slip slide to it swifty
Felt it in my
let him eat it like it's cookie dough
If a nigga think he's fucking with my flow
I ain't talkin' coke, but imma let it blow
Wait, you want him back?
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