Lyrics:
a bone crusher on me
I wasn’t never scared
My clique, all real niggas, we never hoes
Make sure your chest stay open
Like we never close (Young Money
This shit got easy, flooded all my fees
They ain't getting money, but they saying they don't need me
Crying just to see me, Bentley with a TV
You
fine, make me wanna make her mine
She ain't nothing like them bimbos
If you like it, we can swerve, we can light and stain up here
Blowin', pluck it out
don't invite in,
But since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
Put the white over the plate,
the sound of his feet falling
On the ground, looked over my shoulder
And I saw a clown
And I said what are you doing in the bar tonight?
And I said Johnny
White sands stretched out as far as the eye can see
Found buried by the sea
The heat of Allah son will crack through Antarctica
We ride blue whales, you
the bathroom, not in the lounge
Behind the bar, well that’s just not allowed
Not over there, not over here,
The safest place, the safest place,
The safest place,
're cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation, microphone cord
A dirty broad
the life we love
Pull up in foreigns that's the life we love
Pull up in foreigns that's the life we live
You getting money wake up to a bill
Miley Cyrus got
Yeah here we go just go with the flow
I want to say something about this girl I know
She tried to play me out though check it out
This I
light it up like its flammable
I'm taking over your capital
Cause you are fucking with an animal
And I've been here
A thousand times before
And I'll be
nigga
Right over the blackboard
And teach you hoe-ass niggaz the rules, nigga
Cause ain't nobody showin? you niggaz
How to get money the right way
with Chase, but the real bank is the mattress
Money ain't new to me, been getting G-stacks
Since Smoove B took his shawty back from rehab
Knife work
the propane
Take over this shit, we got great aim
And the flight is too long, shit is insane
Now I'm popping two bars like I'm in pain
I got my bitch dodging
Lookin' in the mirror like I knew we'd make it
Five hundred thousand for the Boosie bracelet
Another hundred thousand for the MJ hoops
Success came true
You know we got panache
Style, sass, gettin' mad cash keepin' it under wraps
Pizazz and class we sit in the back
Spendin' mad cash money money
Black star nine yo
We can do business course we can do business
Show me the money don
Cah we're ready to do business
Show me the money, show me
But the plane is on!
Is acting funny with the work,
Like my money didn't work,
He gonna end up getting murdered.
The acting funny with the
Like
Me and the gang will be over there just in a minute
And you motherfuckers will know
We finna take all your money and gangbang your bitch
Until her
on to promises in life
we've been searching for peace and higher life
My ancestors died here on these lands
Call out call out for me to start it over, till it's
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
fucking money than spend these bands on a whore
Uh, keep the beat low
I got leather decked out on my seats though
Why you beef for?
You want beef hoe?
Over
way ticket outta here
So who give a fuck
We turn up and spend out money
We supposed to break the law
We just young and in our twenties
Every day
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