Lyrics:
They be flodging
They just make shit up, they just lying
But you love it, huh
I think I just pulled up in my Lambo truck
I think I just pulled up in
'em right
They love it when I mix the baking soda with the white
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
City to city, state
Crank up the volume, what you value lately?
The album out it sounds amazing and production wavy
They love to hate me
It wasn't cause I hung around
her eyes
I'm asking the Lord the same ole questions why you had to die
(Spoken by the Pimp)
...and that's that Dirty Love we got for all them lost
cruising through the strip in Vegas,
Two of New York's biggest niggaz,
Y'all used to hate us, but now you love us,
Nas and Diddy, power hustlers.
(Yeah
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
Street Dreams Tour, I sold my ass in New Orleans
Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G.
It's all love from the beginnin' you Pimp see
You know how
could
Blatantly see like, "Wow
The "Yeezys" did really good he
Was this influential all those
Albums did this but we're not gonna give him
A shot in
We the in-timidators, why'all in-timidated
By our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it
LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches
As we PASS
i'll dry ya tears ya real love is here
Ain't gotta look no further than me I won't do you wrong
Feel the love this album's for you every single song
All
I'm on the way up
I'm a teleprompt
She gonna tell me prompt
Fuck the bank teller
Rumpelstiltskin in her pale skin
Going' all in she gon' love this
that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
dream you
Sippin' on that wine you love I made this album on my phone
Walking right by new stranger pass me like I don't know ya
Put it all in the past,
Della whats up with it
Why you crying in the club
Its cause the kids on his
Third album and I swear he's still in
Love
If I feel too low would you say
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
out
Even when I'm letting You down
All I feel is love all around
Really that's a miracle
Calimesa in the hills had me feeling like it was all bad
Years
Give ‘em what they need
Got love for my fans
I got wat chu need
Always on demand
Always Stay in Motion
You know that's a brand
Chillin by the ocean but
by the place
Drive so fast its hard to just see straight
Drive so slow its feels like I stagnate
Pass by streets with life in all states
Towns like
(your life)
Walk you through the good times (good times), walk you through the struggle (struggle)
Walk with you through it all, just because I love you
little dudes move like new recruits in the army
And all they see is food, shrimp, scallops, and calamari
I gallivant at a Barbie while they gather back
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
time.
We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray.
Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit,
Banned in
bitches know I'm here to stay
Real G's move in silence, y'all know that I ain't got shit to say (shh)
Get up out my way, lemme fucking beat defeat today
I
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
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