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had the ceiling fan
Dashboard had the chandelier
Sold grams for years, baggin' up, tasting tears
Hit 'em up close, you gotta face the fears

My shit's so tight you can get strangled
It's Young Money
Ain't no such thing as plain clothes
Polo jammers, Louis slippers
Call them "private plane

bitch, yeah, got her Visa and her passport
Two hundred the dashboard
Three percent tint see the diamonds through the glass, whoa
Balenciaga on the gas

[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's

Think It's A Game

Jay-Z

The Reason

2001

with precision
Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', that's rapid division
Now divide yourself and slide
I, young Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece

[MACK DADDY: Chris Kelly]
Heh yeah
Wassup yall
This the M-A-C
Of course I got my nigga D-A-double D
And you know I got the homey Chris to the Terry

every single night
When they walked by Chris hoping
He would start a fight

See at a young age Chris learned very quickly
How violent by nature that human

know your whole crew soft as baby shit

One time for my GT got it washed up
Two from the line get ya' Chris Boshed up
With this choppa in my hand

Spendin' all my nights alone, waitin' for you to call me
You're the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep
Tell me what I'm waitin' for,

need the cash in a rush, dawg
(Rush, dawg) put it in a hustle, dawg
Two twenty-five on the dashboard (Dashboard)
Do it in a rush, dawg
I get the money

the T-Streets
I need 3 more for Chris, B and T
I'm a fool with it, just a young elite
Shit, what the Hell? You can't blame me
This the fast life, get your cash

the bitches acting woozy
Only met her once, why she tell you that she knew me
They gon' love the new me
My city it gets colder by the day
But half the niggas

and made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon' blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked,

I'm Black

Scarface

The World Is Yours

to sink my fuckin' battleship 
Turnin' on his flashers  callin' up the dogs 
Now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs 
Snatchin' out my seats,

Genesis with the door panel stuff, we back to business
Even took the dashboard off to hit some chickens
Two up on both sides like I was Richard Nixon,

selling 50’s

I’m tryna get top dollar
You ain’t fucking with my vision
Young Andy Pettitte when it
Comes down to pitching i’m a rottweiler
That’s the way

yeah 
Aquafina i'm drowning yeah yeah 
I touch the block in a Lambo yeah yeah 
Where is the cash? on the dashboard yeah yeah 
A foreign its four rings

It's Nothing

Da Brat

The P.J.'s

1999

So So Def

[Chorus]
For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard
All you Range Roves, it's nothing
So put jams in the tens and pent
Leave

Balcony

Young Jeezy

Balcony

2012

the valley, we can do it in the truck
Got her legs on the dashboard, yeah I got a boulder
Maybe it's the kush or the heat but it's fogged up
Go

Had

on a couple parts throughout the song

12). These Dayz- produced by Ashton Mcreight/ Mathaius Young co produced by Gyft and Saxophone was played by Chris

I'm sayin? Holla at dem boys!

It's - Young J-A-Y
Gutta Gutta fuck anotha busta
Tryin' knock my hustle!
I hit the strip ey'day I
Got the hustle cluckas

Back by poular deman, it's magic

Dedicated (yeah)

When Carlito was dying
He see the shadow of his girl dancing with the baby
Like fuck it,

Lookin' at this boy I'ma call him McDreamy
I was wonderin' if he got good Dick Cheney
Got a Lamborghini so the doors go high
In a button down Chris Brown

*~Chris Carrabba: Dashboard Confessional~*
(Performed by Joanna)


I'm missing your bed
I never sleep
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak,