Lyrics:
your girls hand
Mixing alcohol and confidence I wonder what the outcome is
I have big dick problems something that they wouldn't get
Get off of my dick
gassed like o2
I don't know you, see you later
You're too gassed like o2
Charge mad prices for data
I'mma come through with my new crew
Gonna stunt
dippity-doo-dow
Sick when I cruise by, 6 when the goons by
Diplomat plates when they ship me a new ride
Your worst nightmare
Think the Birds fight fair
My niggaz
he not Jay
Even then I'm still looking for my Beyonce
Hole in my heart turned concave
She said I act like a dick head
Bitch, don't rub me the wrong way
to make a freak show
Show me how you could deep throat
Nasty as I wanna be
You wanted me well let her know
I ain't by my lonely
Got my homie lover let it
Dinero, pesos
Money, yen
Ryu, Ken
Sabum Nim
You all on my dick
Bitch I'm the shit
Talkin my shit
You know that I'm lit
Coming from the 19120
to the max I wore my rubies out
Took the wide body on a drill six the body count
Fo was on the block, we hit up two, fix the body count
Bro said I ain't acting
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
by the gun, so I'm a die by the gun
I'm paranoid, it got me on the run
Will I live to see my grey hairs
I don't know
Cause I'm getting alot of mean
play pro
Ringside seats we all in the same row
Like a crew of bitches pull up and dodge the ragos
And how we dazzle these bitches with how we change
molly by da gram, eat molly by da gram
Eat molly by da gram, eat molly by da gram
Eat molly by da gram, eat molly by da gram
I made a molly song two
an android
Snap a headshot of yo mans with this Polaroid
Gun with a dick on it, the doctor said it' a boy
John Wick, John Wick
I'll kill for my dogs, my name
Technic plus two mixer board (yes)
Sharper than a Wilkinson razor sword
When I was a child I played Subbuteo, won
My table then I graduate to Studio
lifted scopin' out the crew
Niggaz chillin' after a hard week of payin' dues
North Memphis niggaz
Dick from Hollywood to Douglas
On the dance floor,
blow
And you aint shit, so i still got my two-cents
I be overthinking shit with all the blueprints
Trynna tie my life together where the nuece is
I'm
Enthralled by the thirst, thoughts of a deviant man
Intoxified, thoughts of taking life
No live are mourned, no cares, nothing more
Two worlds
tag-team
Be like, 1 for the money
(Master P: I be like 2 for the dope)
Be like 3 for all my cash
(Master P: Nigga fuck it, get yo' ass on the flo')
One
While shipping me by the feet, and if you judge then judge my thang
[Never]
When the playas live (Playas)
Double-breast suit, don hats for real
the change like a motley crew
I'm all locked in like my pops lock jaw
And I'm on the move like I got five stars
Smoking a wood in the back of my of car
Fucking
the cool-ass rhymes
The cool-ass rhymes, some cool-ass rhymes
Some cool-ass rhymes
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
My job is to mainly hypnotize
I'm a take over
Pissed? Go to the men's
See two cats, shot two tens
I mean shotting tens in my 12
Can't test me and my on point crew
If you want food come to me
Big top
And hook up steeze
But my crew don't do it for the 'Gram
They do it for the bloods so they can eat (of course)
'Cause the time when I was off my feet
call for alchohol, save me the last dance
Got my dick hard doin that freaky shit
Best belive this the bitch that im leavin with
(Chorus)
ONE, TWO
how my OG would sum it up
I been working all winter just to fuck the summer up
It's just me and 2 Chainz
But the chain's never tucked though
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