Lyrics:
muffin'
Here's fuck you niggaz this is tough, and I
(Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' tellin me this shit is hella fake)
Say, since way back in
you've killed, now I lust for you
(Cardan)
Now since I've came in the game, money and fame, I love it
But whoever thought I'd wake up one mornin with no
in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob
Dressin' wildin' up my niggaz ? slice my tuner top
The streets are boilin' brewin' hot since 1-2
Rockefeller
Move the pack in
Move the pack up in the coldest weather
You know I'm about my cheddar
Guapannese
Talk mozzarella
They want smoke
Go call
I'm unstoppable
I never stop to check to see if it's impossible
I had many doors closed, but she's unbreakable
She doomsday up in here
Need a whole team
said, "come over here, hey hey good lookin'
Can I buy you a beer?" It's like Nelly said, "It's gettin' hot in here!"
She said, "I'm headin' out to Vegas
it's not real
Wasn't a rapper then I could've got a pop deal
White curls in a hot pink Hot Wheels
Lot of bottles and a lot of fruity cocktails
Uh,
Kalgoorlie to Bondi
Working every single second in the Hot sun
And It's never tools down til the job's done
And I know first hand that it's not fun
But this
It's getting hot in here like Nelly man are too bait
They tried to stop my shine but they're out of time them man are too late
I think they should retire
not fail like Lehmann in Paris -
The trophy is there and ima get it by any means,
Even if it will take years to wash sins away
For that - I’ll say fuck
a heavy rotation
I turn it up, ain't this a bitch, Hot 96
97-9, I'm a shine count down on time
I'm in your city and state, and in your hood
In your face
it, he was goin' down slow
I heard it all, the wireless radio
From down in the boondocks, way down in Key West
I'm searching for love, for
disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all
'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-cocking) from here on in
My new name from now on, don't even call
off-white like a jalapeño
Leather hot in here, shit make Nelly sing songs
Big pearls on the belt make my belly seem swole
I'm watchin' Queen Gambit,
A heart of gold
And my
Other grandparents
Were here in the States
And they were poor
They were very poor
My grandma's mom
Was institutionalized
She had
(body)
Ain't no drama inside my party
I came here in big ol' tires
Big Dog so I like to sit up higher
Mami sittin' back till they at martini
Posta pullin'
It's getting 'hot in here' like the single that Nelly dropped
So take ya clothes off, the track is so soft
A little rock'll turn 'em into Ivan Koloff
Why
I can't sleep, ain't no sleep a'coming
I'm just lying here thinking 'bout you
I'm in deep, falling deep into the picture
In my mind of everything
here! Keep on hustlin', I guarantee, God willin'
Rest in peace Randy, shout out to Shakapilva, see I called you as one of the last ones (whole Chicago,
it's not real
Wasn't a rapper then I could've got a pop deal
White curls in a hot pink Hot Wheels
Lot of bottles and a lot of fruity cocktails
Uh,
a yellow wagon when he's passin' by
(Yo, you see me rollin' in that thang?)
His pants is always saggin'
(Ah, say wha?)
Got money but never braggin'
(Ah, say
could, y'all would finish me
That's why this finger here is for everybody in the industry
When you tryin' to hustle for pay and people get in your way
what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
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