Lyrics:
losing ya passion and drive
Interviews 2 hours away, you trying to catch a ride
And ya Metrocard empty gotta hop the turnstile
Cops waiting on the other
ya love, ah
Turn around spin that thing two times
Look around spin that thing three times
Turn around spin that thing four times
Now one more time,
Certified whiskey bound
Curb side down
Check the lost and found
Ya, I try to keep both feet flat on the ground
Curb side down
Now I
Got a little faith
That by
Dubai
Cuz I'm too rich
And you flew by
Man I'm too hot
Need a flu shot
Cuz niggas mad sick
And I'll do ya
And my arm got tricks
Yelling booya
Every bitch
Hillman Hall
Who wrote Pass Me By for Johnny Rodriguez and a lot of good country and
western songs
And when you get one of your favorite songwriters
Valhalla hall
The lesser of two evils
When they passed away
Brought them to Valhalla
To live another day
Raise a toast in victory
Cheers to one and all
In
my bling off
Like I'm caught in a maze
Trying pace, how much that thing cost, shit
Give me like 2 of them, shit I deserve it
Who am I to talk, hoe
Bundy shut your fuckin' ass
Man, we just recorded that
Yeah
The fuck?
Look inside of the mind and see
Original Heads, check one, two, three
on the ground
A notch in my belt 'cause it's like that
And then I took a piss in a dead man's hat
[Chorus]
Bam, see ya
Wouldn't want to be ya
Blasting
fool
About face, this No Limit soldier
One to the two to the three (hah hah)
Nigga I tried to told ya
Everybody quiet, while I load up this rifle
(uo-oooohhhh)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
While you at home on twitter trynna hackin' her page and shyt
We smoking and crackin jokes on how lame ya is (Uhhh)
Hotel
with a peace sign
Living like a rasta, hair like pasta
Wanna talk style? Okay, I already lost ya
Duke Ellington in the Uber ride
Ridin by my old high
enough
That's ya man
This the plan
Come on let's get high
Let's get so high
Just don't get hypnotized
I got you by my side yea
We shouldn't divide no
on the minister, scope full while I'm sticking ya
And roll a dutch
Shorty I've been whipping ya for years now
Hold Keiths smile on the prowl
My lifestyle
i had you thinking
Different just in seconds with ya
Something special in ya
Yeah you need to let it grow
Stressing on ya ex
Let it go
I can
the club, I get my contraband in
You fuckin' with us
You rather suck mad dick
Before I squeeze, I aim for ya hat than
Without hesitation, turn your shit
and up this blicky ain't no retreat
These racks ain't new to me
I rather be all by my lone wont make a fool of me
There ain't no two of me, riding in a two
And Inspectah Deck
I don't know how you see it
But it clean ya specks
I'm too complex, what you say complex?
I leaved you stressed with a complex
You better stop
need to take my ass home
Uh umm
The first card that I pulled is a queen
I'm asking question like would ya let me get between
Or is ya pussy pink
She
Roses in the bath water sipping on moscato
Im not playing fair no I'm playing by my rules
I take you to the mall and buy you anything you want too
I buy
for the hour to devour and splatter ya heads of powder
I'm a slave to the rhythm but never to a mental deaf and power
The hour has come, we got y'all
your brain
Two hundred thousand dollar whips and chains
Crooked cops, Crips, crack cocaine
2Pac, Chris, I'm still feelin' the pain
Seven year old
never change
And I pray we stay the same (turn the beat off ya)
Fame changin' everybody 'round me (yo, yo wah)
Ok, good business with mad friends
VERSE 2: Bushwick Bill ]
Lookin through her window, now my body is warm
She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom
Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape
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