Lyrics:
to close (haha), more bills to fold (uh)
Get you bread, homie, and stack that shit by the loads
Niggas don't want you to keep your head up
Fuck what
o-oh, o-oh
Hold up, stop now, let me get a look at ya
Damn girl, I ain't seen you since prom
Come to think about it
I can't believe its been that
o-oh, o-oh
Hold up, stop now, let me get a look at ya
Damn girl, I ain't seen you since prom
Come to think about it
I can't believe its been that
Tom Thumb jumped up and said "I got one,
David Duke and Farrakhan riding side-by-side on the top gun"
[Shock-G]
Hickory Dickory Dock, each day I hear
with president Grant
Now I walk in right according to plan
Smooth Latin grooves by the band led by Zan
He's singing "One Man"
That's my jam
Sexy girls
hoe call me papi
Thousand bands like I'm Fauni
Got a brand new 911 no sport mode to hit top speed
I been coming up watch me
Ain't nobody that can stop
pockets right
I don't know what's wrong with niggas you talk bout my gang imma send me a strike
But I ain't pitching, I hope that you listen
You a lil pussy
a brief
Got a couple of trips up the sleeve
You talk silly I put you to sleep
Too much money got green in my dream
Bands around this cake, decorated like
rubber bands real tight
Baby getting dressed, She looking real nice
Two phones, Two guns, That's a nuke strike
Picking pockets and the boy got some new ice
the fans?
Pass the conductor's baton over here
It's time to strike up the band
This is the story of a man
Who's done it all before
Gingerbread Man run as fast
spitting up blood, I busted his lip
Cobra Kai, I ain't showing no mercy, strike hard, strike first, that's how I'm living
And I ran up a bag off the back
dollar bill
I blow a hundred bands just to fuck around with
That ho that you in love with
The ho I mess around with
Come fuck with a Taylor
Blue
my son, just where the ink's at
Up on the top I pop and drop, you feel
So low you go for Joe you know, what the deal
I might just strike tonight,
to ML throw me a band
And you know we turning up cus we don't give a damn we out
I'm about to spend like I don't give a damn
Bout to blow the rent like I
fingers, three fingers
Four fingers, FUCK IT THE WHOLE FIST
Up your asshole
Now you're ready for Ed Powers
And Rocko Sefreddi to suck my cock hoe
[Ill Bill
coming off the fix, the sleeve tricks
Strike it up if judah sticks
The brass band, hold hands
Right across the new land
Have an accent pay your
the projects, now that boy up next
Ocean view feet wet, KnowledgeBoy trendset
I’m getting my bands fat, I walk through the bag check
I got all of my jam packed,
then you heard right
She gave me one more chance like a third strike
And then I messed up again I was bored hun
Used all three of my strikes and got
pop it
Hundred dollar bills, I'll top it
(Hanging from my neck ice cold)
Hanging from my neck, ice cold
Stay by my side, don't go
She leave me
pop it
Hundred dollar bills, I'll top it
(Hanging from my neck ice cold)
Hanging from my neck, ice cold
Stay by my side, don't go
She leave me
her to death
Yeah, now I'm getting into my groove
But I never laugh at nobody doing bad cause I swear I been there too
But I'm up by too many points
up
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
bands
I had under-planned
No doe in hand
Bills stacking and tuition due
Tell me
What was I supposed to do
College junior at 18
I had big dreams
But no
who acts twisted
Past lifted, we crash land. I smashed in like a masked man
On my last stand. Her cash band, ankle bracelet unfastened
Put her soul up
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