Lyrics:
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(Talk to me now) you about to be my main squeeze
Take trips, cop shinny things (just me and you)
Girl just come with me
Now, mama, go 'head do
Word around that nigga Q in town
I heard it's for a show, but let me call my hoe
They be like, "Bitch you bet' not be out with them nigga!"
Oh, oh,
I'm toting heaters for
I'd die by that for her a real good reason though
That's how I feel, let my partners and my momma know
Keep it real, all
Tried to pick me off like ? but I'm Randy Moss
And I ran it all for the touchdown, what now?
Gold AP all bust down, fuck clowns
My heart getting cold
Salt water licks my face
And wind fills the sail
We head for wars on distant shores
My friends are all with me
And so they'll always be
We'll
queen
Right around the way from me
Watering those ghetto trees
We be high just like them weeds
Might be ghetto but you queen to me
That's how it's
Tell em' meet with us
It's not a thing we can't afford
So get in my car
Tell your friends you tryna' roll
Wanna kick it with me
Twist all my trees
it
My statement is the fact
To the highest degrees
Flavor works this style, yo can't touch me
What kind of power we got
Soul power
Soul power
me straight
I can't live without her I fuck her everyday
Shawty stayed by my side when I started grindin'
She da main reason why a nigga shinin'
Drums, thirty extensions (30)
We bring 'em when we handle business (ya)
We fuckin' these stars for fitness
Bankrolls are large, you feel me? (large)
I just dropped by the studio, see what my son does
My main man, my son, Common Sense
They used to call me No Sense
Now they say I got plenty
it
Made people happy and it made
Me happy knowing that
I had helped bring them to the UK
It was as rewarding as the last
Vaselines show in Edinburgh
friends
That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz
It all depends, maybe if we make amends
We can start from scratch
Learn to control your temper
see, the hood fucked up
I got a plan for the crisis
Bring the dope in on boats
And lower cocaine prices
That's stage one of my plan
To pass by depression
friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)
You ain't gotta be my man at all
Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my
that you'll never see
They can exalt you up or bring you down main route
Turn you into anything that they want you to be
Well, there ain't no goin'
the firewall
Let me try to change view to nother
Version
I imagine
I hope
All these houses fold out
What remains is the lawn
No satellite brings me home
Naming
Spek]
bring me to the end and I'll be me
open up your eyes wide so you can see
it's thick to be me
how I kick my rhymes down pat
I bring
From Brent wood, Long Island, all the way to Sing-Sing
Yes the penile, peace to brothers on trial
For some bullshit charge, mugshot on file
friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)
You ain't gotta be my man at all
Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my
sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers
Now you all
Paid a couple mil' then went boom (went boom)
I thank God for all this sauce, hallelujah (amen, amen, amen, woo)
Yeah I knew it, hatin' on me, yeah I
the end of time
It’s a new paradigm…)
Put aside the greed
To focus on what we all need
(instrumental)
What will this new era bring?
(to kill the GMOs)
There's that flower shop on Main
Lord, it's been too long since it's seen my face
I probably should've stopped by yesterday
Just a few miles from
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