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cool as a moose with no money to burn.
She don't have to work, it's guaranteed.
But that's cool now baby, cause she's eager to please.
She's all mine,
I never settle for less, I'm always levelin' up
I'd rather live by myself then have to live with no trust
Always trustin' in God, that's what it
though? (Yo, where the hoes tho?)
That other nigga, he a bozo (he a bozo)
It's M.A, you don't know, ho? (You don't know, ho?)
We got liquor by
you to know
I'll stay with you forever as we both get old
Forget about money, we don't need the gold, no
And I don't have superpowers
But if I
And they'll sing the flow after its been way too long
Killings by the minute, got a feeling this is finna be it
Lord willing we get, another day to love
My history bruised by 400 years of slavery
Every day the tragedy resounds in the depths of my memory
Trough over the years I’ve learnt to speak
Causing confliction deep in my spirit 'cause deep in me I feel greatness
I'm tired of working hard seeing nothing come to fruition
Let me get mine, 'cause
Man a make love to woman them a look up inna space.
Nah feel no pleasure him nuh penetrate.
She want test her fate.
Hold on and brace get up tired
Our lungs are filled with the purple from the jungle
Never fumble, got the work right by the grundel
Twin dick-sucks for me and my son
That's
feel threatened, but really I'm just trying to get this check. Grinding like I'm on the run, grind like a sold a ton, riding with a stolen gun.
Y'all
a Congressional page.
And when the Congress starts off its day,
It's with a meditation led by Shirley MacLaine.
Funding's a sure bet the budget's on time
the way from the U.S to Pakistan
I came to dance
I came with some plans
Bought to share my bands
Money touching deserving hands
Dance
I came to dance
dirty money, death is overdose
Take you in and they chew the gun
Virgin spirit elevator love
Metal on teeth put the curse on me
Sickest since slipping my
Hit Nevada for a weekend trip
Where your money slips away
But ever since I lost my grip
You can bet I'm always game
Never was a fan of the quiet life
toes
That my bitch I hope you know
Let's go
Shawty get down with the pimpin
Look at this sauce I'm kickin'
Rich white fox I'm drippin'
Put a lil'
What ya gonna do? Where you gonna go?
If you want to be sad you can sit in a room by yourself
Are there things that you want when you're looking for
the future then it just arrives
You slept on my sofa like every night
Doing any job around to get us by
You missed every birthday, every New Year's Eve
For
at home by my smartphone
Remindin' and refreshin', is that how it goes?
We're here to stay no matter what we gonna do
As long the people always stay on my
driven
All of these haters keep doubting me i had no one here that's proud of me the hate it get strong by a minute so i gotta grind while I'm living i
her baby, yet we talkin' 'bout this nigga Bruce a lady
That ain't shit, nigga, huh
DC niggas legit now, yeah
See Black kids gettin' killed by cops
got substantial doe
And I know you've been going through financial woes
But money is a fleeting thing that was made my us
Love was made by whatever
to be a party but it never made it there
I paid five bucks just to get up in here and they wouldn't let us speak
My homeboy Corey really had to take
grip and make three songs
I'm try'na get my mothafuckin' paper on
I want the new (bone?) and the new cell phone
I want the new two way pager
other scrubs
H-u-e-y, cowboy he fly, got money to the hiz-eye
Thats why I fly geez-eye
If any brother tell u he do you better he lie
No I ain't Nelly
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