Lyrics:
(Cmyles)
Yeaaa oh
(Just got a big bag of gas in the mail)
(He try to jack then I'm catching a shell)
Ayye
Just got a big bag of gas in the mail
If big money ain't the topic homie I ain't even talking
Hated on by the workers but I'm cool wit all the bosses
Catch me flossing at the mall (Mall)
If big money ain't the topic homie I ain't even talking
Hated on by the workers but I'm cool wit all the bosses
Catch me flossing at the mall (Mall)
Big blunts
Vanity is our favorite sin
Girls love vanity
And I love them too
Fair trade ain't no fair trade
I got plans made
Entertaining for money
never been outdated
Gots to be fly by the way I state it
Now, of myself, I say I'm a big fan
Got more rhymes than words by the Letterman
Positive
Your Majesty
Just happened to be a pimp, what a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with friends
She gave me one more chance and I fucked
Girl I want you to know that I got ya, nikki always by side but I’m getting tired of the vaporizer, sitting low getting high you happened to be where
and give a chance
So I move on cause life goes on so I take the chance and start to dance with a new shawty
She really like and its not the money
Because
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
one day id get off my ass
I know that you gave me chances on chances But there's just one thing i must ask
Give me one more
This a letter to you out in
I got a message in a bottle
Wrote up real nice like
It read retire, and I mean by tonight, tonight
They must've drank out that bottle, so
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
at 22nd I'm from Harlem
Number 1 like I'm D-Rose, I be scorin'
All net with them free throws Chris Paulin'
Old school sittin' on chance Mike Jordan
Remy
Harlem
Number one like I'm D-Rose, I be scorin'
All net with them free throws Chris Paulin'
Old school sittin' on chance Mike Jordan
Remy Boyz big ZooWap
more
Playing like we keep score
I'ma break it down like a paystub
Got demons and I face some
I'd be lying if I say none
Weed smoke in my grey lungs
It
to them folks type
I'm more like the bull that could
Get 'em by the bow type meek Milly
Young Krizzle yo, yo
Do you mind if I murder this?
Spit that
night
Just so that he doesn't say a word
It'll be alright
I'm going to save you from the big bad wolf
By the time you're hearing this
It will be too late
to venture out of my shell
And write myself a narrative I never imagined I’d tell
No chance in hell I would be here if I hadn’t received it
A piece of paper,
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
more chance
And I'm ready to go
I get one last dance
And I'm taking it slow
I can't lose you now
It's been four months in love who thought I'd
Make
need a rich boy
In love with your body
Your love is your body
Your insecurities
Is more than a hobby
You hot as wasabi
Your flaws go right by me
That
the fat brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin' the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda
brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda bummy with
her name, and it's not for
The fame, I speak for niggas that can't hurt no more, I'm committed, seriously, it's for yall
Niggas was down like 6 feet
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