Lyrics:
to hot to be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what you hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me
to hot
To be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what You hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass
Like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me
they were bottle tops;
Keeping dubies in our socks,
Rolling cigars by the box,
Rapping to the cuties
With big buddies like Sir Mix-A-Lot;
Knowing we
That's for me I want tweak off the earth
Yeah, uh, bitch, yeah, I'm back putting beats in a hearse
That's hoe one, be in my mix
Know that lil' ho chasing
and I'll never look back
Now I'm living a dream while I'm making these stacks
Been through a lot
But ain't coming to a halt
Give it all I got
Cuz I'm worth
immediately
Return the box to him today itself
I was very much worried about my box
And my hard-earned money inside it
By God's grace I got it back with your
I ain’t worried bout these niggas who be poppin now
Cuz I know I’m here for long they just hot for now
I was in the back but I’m leading now
morals got a lot to fulfill
(Morals)
Yeah
I'm in the back and I'm breaking the bank
I'm in the back and I'm breaking the bank
I'm in the back and I'm
from one to ten
Influenced by hydro and lots of gin
Nigga back up, damn I need oxygen
Surrounded by lots of men that'll rock your chin
And pop your limbs
candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin' like some grape jelly
My paint's drippin' wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck
Oh no, pop is dead
Long live pop.
It died an ugly death,
By back catalogue.
And know you know it gets you nowhere,
And now you know you
a lot of options
Either you hoop or you jump on them squares and hop and scotch it
Ice cash rules everything around me Haagen-Dazs it
You better than
Godzilla, nigga, act up
Don't let your chick go Godzilla, bae, back it up
I just wanna have sex
I just wanna have a baby by you, girl
I just wanna go
meet the first first family with class
En masse
There's Bobby-
And Jackie-
And Jack-
And myriads more in the back:
There's Ethel and Teddy
or even ganged banged
or slang dope, motherfucker it's the same thang
cause where I'm from you got to watch your back
cause every nigga in the town got
going to need that stack
Swiping at Saks and Im leaving with bags
Trying to re-up just hit my jack
Thats your girl you can have her right back
I'm
Laurent
I might mix it with the leather
I serve blow fiends
And I do it with a passion
This shit so clean, if I don't hit it
It's blue magic man, I got
Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses
Odd Future leaving even niggas in past tense
Style is patent, the measures is drastic
Either
a bit
Man I'm a put in Brady years
Because I can't leave out this bitch
And I told them that we going to get it
We got to be rich
Kim had told me a lot
dancing got the whole night left
Been a lot of places but I ain't done yet
All of us up in the clouds
We roll by, they say wow
See the world, we're on top
nimble, win battles by landslides
Can do a cut better than you with my hands tied
Behind my back, so hold your breath in
I'm expellin' a rhyme within
ancestors and our children
I'm writing this prayer on my
Way back from taking
My mini me to his first football game
Saint got to play catch with
Tom Brady
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
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