Lyrics:
homies in my DM, wtf Lee
Real shit bonnie, we was road runnin'
Real bitch by yo side, never stole from ya
Violation got no bond, now you in them walls
In
almost famous (Yeah)
F*ck all them haters, you're a gold gold rush girl
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz
You can have the ho
Got her in my phone, no
The Kids are popping wheelies
Up major taylor boulevard
Against rush hour traffic
Went ahead and ruled the world for now
And here we are
Losing all
mess yes let's it poppin' y'all,
Am I fazed by em not at all,
'Cause haters don't know dick if they don't posses the cock n balls,
This is Egypt,
and lift to the atmosphere
Touch the stars sleep in the sky
Wake up with the sun, hands up high
Top of the morning middle of the night
I know the majors
out,
Oh she's smokin' me out with the homey's love
I slinkin' while I'm thinkin' just how good it is,
To do it how we do it in the hood I live,
then buy it that's
Important without it now
You ain't gotta take college class
To see that we bout our cash
You not if you gotta ask
Let's take a pic by
(gimme that)
Now I carry a sword, attached by a live cord
Oh my lord!
Chorus: Erick Sermon (repeat 4X)
Watch me do it up like this.. {"like this.." ->
Niggas PHin' on a playa makin' mega (uh)
Tryna knock the hustle just because we way too major
(E they try to test your testicles, you know that shit
like we'd be fuckin' major?
I never meant to make you feel like I would underrate you
Got me sittin' by this table, I'm so unstable
Somewhere by
hand to a Phantom tan (God Damn)
Pam pam man, no man or land could jam with me (nope)
Damn fam a jamboree, posse gangs and family (where we at)
In
a joke, the law don't understand.
Was it singing through my nose that got me busted by the man?
Maybe this here outlaw bit has done got out of hand.
We
around.
We'll be gone by sundown.
You won't regret it.
It'd be such a major, major turn on.
Say Yes!
you'll sail on.
Say Yes, you'll sail on.
killers.
[Verse 3: Ruc]
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
You can be my little lette I could be your lo, yeah
You in love with killers, yeah Never met a killer, yet
My whole Posse is insane Hatchetman tatted
control, there is a problem
Go to rockets full, not responding
Hello Major Tom, are you receiving
Turn the thrusters on, we're standing by
There's no reply
on and they stare
Might drink but I'm well aware
See the fuck shit from a mile away
We don't trip as long as
The money pilin', bad ones, we'd line 'еm up
In my
and bait worms, eek
Ease in the weeds, no safe word, K?
No kayfabe, all true tales from the pay grade
Heavy on malaise and away games
The tiptoe tailed by
of my posse, I hate you but it won't stop me
I'm having a bad trip
Can't see how I'm lasting
I'm kissing my Xan strip
Fascinated by the plug, fascinated
wanna feel good?
Or do you wanna stay in your neck of the woods?
(Always been an agitator major pain in the ass)
I know the things you've seen on your
I told her
Shake what she gave ya
Throw it back on a nigga with flava
Class is in session
This twerk class
Throwing that ass is the major
She like
And I'm singin' all these songs in my head
In a major key, they're still soundin' sad
They called you annoying, their lives must be boring
You know I'm
posse.
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time.
We about to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this muthafucka
year for us
We were all wanted men
With bounties on our heads
Posses were formed and closing in
Life was getting tough
And Falling Rock Alley
Was
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