Lyrics:
please change the channel, take up the piano
or check out a little show called the sopranos
i've seen it all twice i can lend you the DVDs
just don't start
want the money baby
Please get out my face
I ain't tryna be rude
But you get on my nerves
You hang with the lame bitches
All of them some birds
Haanhh
least expect it behind the curtain ima start a frenzy
All I ever dream about is sweet oh so sweet revenge
Ima teleport across the entire universe just
few blocks away
I just want to see your pretty face
[Chorus:]
All I'd like to do
Is lay with you tonight
I don't want to hit the club
I want
reflect that
I ain't one of these new wave dons
I don’t wanna be the hardest out
Nowadays I’m influenced by lupe’ songs
Substance in abundance
And if you
A lot of shit that they don't
Know 'cause simply won't tell 'em
How can I learn from you if
You can't get me to listen?
I ain't been worried about
a
Mentality that suppresses humanity
Some of you here probably remember the night
When the Donda tweets came through
Me and I started talking about professions
a bitter swallowed pill
I don’t know much about the inner-working parts
But I appreciate the value of sophisticated art
As time goes by you know
(Yeah)
(Peace, king)
(Peace, king)
(Listen, if they wrote a book on your life)
(Right)
(You think anybody'll read it?)
(No fucking doubt)
(Yeah)
(Peace, king)
(Peace, king)
(Listen, if they wrote a book on your life)
(Right)
(You think anybody'll read it?)
(No fucking doubt)
Diamonds shining, fifth wheel reclining, in the turning lane
Screens fall, 24's crawl, in the turning lane
You know me, I ain't tripping 'bout the laws, in
I watch DVD's
Now I'm hot hoes peepin' me spittin' game
And come home with me, in the turnin' lane
But befo' all this fame came, I sold cocaine
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
gone get them bricks
You make a hundred thousand dollars cash and you can build a bitch
The pussy bitch ain't die by the dollar, it was about two cents
So hail a taxi cab and come around here
And I will meet you right outside.
I got some DVD's and a couple of beers,
If you want to,
We can stay
about Adam and Eve
Only fuck with me and me
Because most these niggas be meme
Get all of the money till I'm deceased
Bitch i finna get rich by 23
Vlone
you something to think about
Inundate your mind with intentions to turn you out
Can't forget the focus on the picture in front of me
You as clear
a diss
I don't give a fuck about no bitch, she can suck my dick
All these lil' niggas mad, cause I'm gettin' rich
Yeah, bitch, better stay mad
Got my
I'm tired of all these b**** a** n****s asking me when I'm gonna drop
I got you n****s now
Say Mel and T gonna get this s*** pressed up (uh huh)
do is smoke loud
Me and Davey so high
Our relation undefied
Bitch, I'm super fly
Make my past, present, future dope like Marty McFly
Shooting all these
the Nile
I would die behind yo smile
I would shoot behind yo name
And Imma fight if I can't have you
Cause I love you
I'll protect you by any means
Take care
on these BX streets
The good die young homie Rest In Peace Trying to bring The Bronx back like BDP
You about to get smacked nigga DVD Kush on deck a lot
positions and have some fun
Grab the handcuffs
We gon tie you to the bed
And start off by me giving you some head
You like it nasty
All sloppy right
With
memorized, it's hard to tell
Though I'll be a male, come out my shell
And tell you all about my trouble with this girl Myschele
I like you Mcfly, you're really
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