Lyrics:
them and pushed me away, lest we forget
She is my own Caroline now
She has no heart but she dreams in old fashion ways
And if you wanted to find her
Fuck President (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
Cause if a nigga still movin' then he holdin' it down
I had two Jags, but I lost
a grand tee man you know that she a fan
Pure white bitches in the whip feeling tan
They can't say nigga we let 'em twerk though
She wanna take a E I'm off
Ike
And that's
Good,
Isn't it, grand?
Isn't it, great?
Isn't it, swell?
[Man I]
That's great. We'll keep in touch.
[Roxie Hart]
You know I'm not quite
get a viral moment don't acknowledge it
Footprints say chanel
25 Bands 30 bands like Adele
Fashion ain't dead man you know this shit for sale
Never
by–)
You ought know by now
Oh, you oughta know by now, man
You should never argue with
A crazy mind-mind-mind-mind-mind-mind
Is that all you get for your
The IRS is my Feds
Balance sheet in the green
Don’t operate in the red
Don’t vaccinate with no meds
Drink Lean or pop Percs
Whether fashion or merch
I’m
bitches, no gnats (no gnats)
The lean by the bottle, no tax (drank)
Twelve think the coupe was hijacked (hijack)
Back in the day, I was into that (into
squad, grand hustle man, steady duckin' them suckers man
This trouble man ridin' with trouble man, them mutherfuckas in trouble man
I'm rubberband in my
on my feet
When ever I got spare cash
I go to go and grab more fleet
Fashion not a game, gotta stay fly
I gotta build a name, peep as I go by
Looking
a nut, then I'm back to thinkin' money
My wrist froze, my mind blow, I'm off slow, my eyes closed
You gotta judge a man by his principles
Teflon Don, I am
You know I'm a wanted man
For reasons you won't understand
Prices on my head, for like a hundred grand
'Cause I'm wanted dead or alive
(Bang,
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
with mayne
People hit with all kind of these identity thieves
Underrated and hated, on by all these squares in the industry
Man I'm a legend pimp,
at the fire
Where the hell are you?
I've seen a man devolve into a monkey
I've seen a monkey evolve into a man
I've seen it all, upside down, in
Now I and I say greetings in the name of The Mighty King
And I & I say played by the King love is all I bring
And I & I say Africa is I & I
Hes my gingerbread man super sized grand slam
My green eggs and ham wildflowers in my hand
Hes my man
Hes my man
He is my man
Hes my butterscotch
I was your man
If I was your man
If I was yours you wouldn’t have a man
I’ll walk away like hitting a grand slam
Watch you sink in a pool and wouldn’t
achievements, our possessions, and our titles, but these are but fleeting masks we wear in the grand masquerade of life.
In this modern world, we have
money for fashion
Where I come from man them bullets be clapping
Took that pain and mixed it into passion
Breaking hearts I done turn to a savage
Babygirl
I like dem gyal that ain't with the drama
Type of gyal to bring no wahala
Fashion nova, fendi, prada
Highlight poppin' by Rihanna
Take a break from
to get it
Just to go and get rich
That nigga was talking so crazy
So I had to throw that little boy in a ditch
Yeah I be rocking that fashion this shit
a trap by forest rangers
I got a bitch that's out
Of town sellin' dope, boy, i'm the man
They know I got that type of money
That turn Coach into a Benz
You
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