Lyrics:
don't like mines[03:29.50]All I know is da right grind[03:31.38]My soul sold n Ion like lies[03:33.40]We could bite ties[03:34.26]All I see in da light
talking J's and them nicks
Got my shank when I'm in New York and I feel like a Knick
I just bought a Maybach off a J just getting a fix
I'm in LA with
get on purpose
I got drug spots from New York to Canada
Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor
Now it's the dictator who's style is
the best pronouncer
She's not club security but on top of me she is a bouncer
Not a crowd pleaser, so please sir
Just leave her and do not crowd her
New York
up like 50 Cent
But all I knows the dolla
And all I know is guala
It's a shame to see a boy
Blinded by bein a balla
Y'all think that I'm a villain
of nutrients
So juicy is your gluteus (And umm)
I'm entranced by the sway of that thang
Wanna play in that thang
Spend a day in that thang (But umm)
Thats enough
can never go wrong
Yo east New York gon ?skin connectin me? this kid live next to me
Manifests ecstacy to specialize in treachery
Subliminal
Mongolz sign artists like bosses
Marathon flows more tours than Armstrong
Did dope or Jay in Paris
Parties by Pharris Phil and Nate
I said we eaten like
the pilot
It was 50 tickets
First flight home
Brand new phone
Last one still had plenty minutes
Fresh off the plane
Had to run to tennis
Yell at TT put your
Failure Club. Every week I'd present in our meetings, new versions of my songs. I started to live almost two lives and I would wake up really, early drink
times but I no get plug
You gave me 50cent, you want to see me in the club
One day wen I die, I’ll be popping champagne in my coffin
You know why, ‘cos I
as young as Aaliyah
And I know I'll live forever, just wait, I'll see ya!"
Sheesh, Fiona, I wouldn't wanna be ya
And now she's all alone
(La-da-da-da-da
coffin that’s called a deadlift
(Outro)
My Gz in New York, young and reckless
Gz in Detroit, young and reckless
Chicago Gz young and reckless
Los
tryna talk?
Stop fucking me...
Nah, they be like this in New York
The fuck is wrong with you nigga? (Ha ha)
Shut the fuck up nigga
This how the cappers
re-rockin'
Before them out of town shows
I was OT coppin'
Had packs jumpin' out New York
Like they Obi Toppin
Three foreigns in a year
I'm gettin' fat off this
die parkeerterrein van Menlyn
En vir almal wat hyg na asem in die verkeer op die N1
Ek skryf vir die Pretoria News en vir die uitsig van die Uniegeboue
it[00:45.03]Throw sum ones club rockin some panties droppin (droppin)[00:47.19]I'm only droppin for bags[00:48.70]You only see me in cars that go fast[00:50
[Babs]
Yeah, Brooklyn New York, stay focused
Its ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady
Diddy I see you baby
y'all niggaz done met ya match
I'm
and butts
We throw hundreds, fifties in clubs them boys with me is Trust
My main job was flipping cash to get rich as these trumps
In my free time, I rap
While y'all was playing tough guy
I was eating fungi
Mind got different layers
Double vision in my third eye
Leave you all on stand by
Text you back
Hey now relax, I’m comin in ruthless
Hit em w attacks, on my Kung fu shit
Out in New York, screaming on my woo shit
Hit em in the face, ya I hit
ain't show no love
If you don't switch it up I'm gonna tell you what
50 years old still up in the club
Pay to see the young girls shake their butt
Don't
of them ate with me
This motherfucking grilled chicken
Cost me eight-fifty
I ain't in the mood, lil' yuppy
Don't you play with me
I grew up in the New York
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
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