Lyrics:
y'all always needing something
Get da fuck up out da way
Let uh nigga breathe some
cll I see is red nigga
Percocet I need some
I'm tryna get my rocks
miles of hell called Wolf Creek Pass. Which is up on the Great Divide?
We was settin' there suckin' toothpicks, drinkin' Nehi and onion soup mix, and I
the money not girls.
Banks and the clubs don't mix
I'm often at the bank not the clubs.
I need the money, a rollie and a rari.
A house by the lake matter
You'll be riding on the third rail ready to bail, shhhh
I give them hell when they copy my sounds
Trying to rock me â??round when they be knocking me
worth one
I rock it up my seven and I chop it up with bun
A pocket fulla stones, hollin bout a wrong
Smokin, ridin dirty, got a chip up in my cellphone
I pass, the popcorn, the mix I drop on the mic
gon', have you hummin my song, all the way home
It's cool and as long, as you and the song, be
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
clubs from private school put me up on soft rock
That was cool but I left Z100 and WGLJ
To find bliss with real s and kiss
Video music rocks showed my
and do-si doin’
On music way before a
Lotta these niggas could figure the
Pattern all in my flow
Peep just how we come and bring
Another sound for y’all
playthrough
And he went out of his way to frame you!
I made my man lose my mind
With the love in his heart
You made a boy lose a bet
With how ugly your are
Open
that you feel me baby
So let me know so we can go
Hop in the whip turn up my mix
Let's ride go through every spot
All night
No reason we should let this
kept winning twice
It's me and my exes, we'll see who'll survive
I can tell by the way she entered the club
I can tell by the way mammi likes to rock
I
and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for
and (I don't like the look of it)
We can win in major ways
Flif fy paint in major haze
Pop my trunk and get them thangs if (I don't like the look of it)
while I mention that the bird gang is on the move
While you talking here we walking like the way you want to do
We dem rock stars, keep dem hot cars
Well I'm looking at you, from the corner of my eye, I can see it now, you're stepping so high and dry, I'm posted in the club watching ladies, go by
gone re up again
I'm tryna ice up the whole crib and by some chandeliers
My teeth pearly white they think a nigga rock veneers
A nigga fly as fuck you
on that tip about stoppin' the violence
About my people she was teachin' me
By not preachin' to me but speakin' to me
In a method that was leisurely, so
and the rumors
Got me thinkin' of this dub
By Timex Social Club
Yo, word to my momma
I'm high off the trauma
Whitey Ford gets deeper than subway trains
says it all the way
Nothing can get in my way
And no matter what tomorrow may bring you I'll be right
At your side with open arms and opens eyes
You know
my jewelry cold as fuck but I'm a hot boy
All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy
And I heard you niggas talking money you should stop boy
I
mentally I reconstruct
High school I came out it
Cats with clout at graduation got they name shouted
Go to Great America, me and my lady rock the same
was gon' pull it up now, did cha?
Besides, dat's my lil' hommie pullin' dat trigga
I hit the mall by my self, the hood by my self
When I'm in L.A. I
homies look shady like marshall mathers
we smashin the car like a rock guitar
mill tj so popular
im ridin joe on the way to the club
big stunna shades with
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