Lyrics:
me what about you
Me nah care what dey bring man I fit to pass you
E ma dami duro
So if I get money like Davido
You go hear me for your Radio
Live
On 777 Radio
I hope you think I'm slow
Cause I'm moving fast
Stop the clock by the one night dress
So we can make it last
I'm getting 777 tatted
Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's own are smiling cause
My soul is fine
I did
fuck boy chat
Don't be so impressed by all that fuck boy rap
This money gon' leave you empty if you just want that
See, my joy lies in the son and you
at/took the top spot you aint getting it back/and we’ll be alright We’ll be alright now welcome to the good life!
Second Verse by Freddy Laps:
Man forget
carry garri chop
If boys fall for gutter we no mind na tradition
Hustle and carry on
Before we make this money we know day ohun t'oju ma ri po
With all
give stitches
Whateva, go crew for crew, blow for blow
Bang your headpiece and sniff the snow off your hoe
I keep it rollin
Ask yourself man
How
The neck I stepped on got me passed on the tab
The pharcyde kept passing me by,cabin lab
Imma madman,got my own ways to keep the shit brand
Y'all
If it was do or die
Take a shot of the Henny
I heard there's money on the streets
And it better be plenty
I want the black one the red on
Man I want
Kay Slay, you know why I called you here today?
I have no fuckin' idea, man
Well you a legend, brother
And you talkin' 'bout leavin' the game?
Yo
chains and links, smokes and drinks
they're paying me to record this, even more if you hear it
somebody tell me what you think I should do with the money
night
And they call this the great midwest
Where livin' is just gettin' by
And people trade in their happiness
For a smokestack, a big money deal in
the pop charts
Now I'm gettin' dumb money,cause I got smart
[Chorus]
Ayo I never seen a man cry,till I seen a man die
So when you talk to me look me
move like the mob, my capo send down the orders
Got some people in Texas, their crib is right by the border
Place your order for cola, ain't talkin'
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
Eh
On your radio
On your radio
Hello Anita
I saw you pass by with your sister
I know you want to have my number
But I'm in luv with your sister
Talk
fire's in
You dwelling in hell where them snitch niggaz lyin, friend
Ya skin start bubbling from in the hot oven
Say peace to my man down there, K-Dozen
They so fond of me
Remember them days got slow
I could been out on the road
Selling out the radio and doing shows
Men where did the time go
Man it's not
the gang, that bitch getting ran
He wanna get money, like, what is the plan
He steady be runnin', but say he a man
I got so much power, feel like I'm a Saiyan
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
the left
Born in the east but stayed in the west
Put my money down, I ain't changing my bet
Never been a goal-hanger cause I can dribble
I was in jungle
I will not say that im better than you
But you cannot do the shit that I can do
I am that bitch you can tell by my moves
Im making money when making
money he man now
Was shakin', don't fuck with them snakes (nope)
Fuckin' with them fix hustle niggas is gay
If that's your thing, cold play (cold)
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