Lyrics:
about plastic. I like em all natty
Fit body is fanstatic
Roll up on her, arm hanging out the window
Sorry bitch but It ain't no Benzo
She said it don't
we all pop wit Molly
They wanna know too much, get the fuck up out the lobby
Is you showin' love, or is you just tryna copy
They playin' wit my life,
[Locksmith]
Listen, Now look here boy
This right chur is somethin to fear boy
My spit will rip your inner ear boy
Locksmith is it you better fear boy
grand
Out this white man hand
And gave him three K's like
That white man Klan
My watch is rockin out like a white man band
I'm no joke
My watch is rocking
the top boy in this city don't sell if it ain't my food
You can't tell me I won't make it out the streets I know I would
I'm working hard and praying loud I
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
on a swivel
And your hand on your pistol
Sweet home Chicago
Sweet home Chicago
Keep chrome and ammo
Keep chrome and ammo
It's like a real life Grand Theft Auto
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
force
By God's favour
It's better to be hot the right flavour
Christ's love was greater
Cut that hate out with a razor
Love yourself and your neighbour
time for small talks, I just want the neck
Mask on around like I never left
Swerve up on a "Nissan", it's on auto not no grand theft
She like the way it
you
It's yours and yours alone to have
And to hold
And something more:
It never is lost to fire or theft
It's always around
When trouble is gone
Shout out to DJ Khaled
This that special cloth at the radio station
Going brazy with your boys in the building
New York City, what the fuck is up?
We
feeling when it's bout that hundred
By any means better get your money, I said
Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, daddy raised the boy cold-blooded
Ain't no
you with me (V, put the house on your boy)
Where you at? (Oh)
Where you at? (Oh)
Where you at? Say (oh) (I got us)
Niggas if you with me
Let me
you with me (V, put the house on your boy)
Where you at? (Oh)
Where you at? (Oh)
Where you at? Say (oh) (I got us)
Niggas if you with me
Let me
body twitch, your eye's explode
Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow
Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go
Off and show off to throw off
Need to work on my anger management
Or chained handcuffs
I see America is really violent
Trump got em amped up
Been playing that grand theft auto
the mouths open standing in awe
Fly with one wing, your brothers will pick you when you fall
I said no sir, boaster, everything is Kosher
Life is full of ups
boy
I just changed my name, boy
A lot that changed a little boy
There's a time when we hanged as little kids
I look like Django i talk like Leo
Grand
of the pit boy with no bracelet
Grand theft auto leave them mother fuckers wasted
Wasted
cannot work out
Where they're being taken
"You will all be in the stages
Of completing your three-month internships
The service we've had you complete
Baby boy why are you moving so angry
Don't start Suttin
Expect me not to start cussin
You clearly dont understanding me
Now If your Plan of action is
a hoe
I'll show you some shit that'll make your eyes explode out ya skull
Cause bein odd ont the block is a N-O
Niggas didn't know that I could go off,
_(cropped).jpg/230px-Amanda_Palmer_at_IFC_2016_-_IMG_0132_(24075269118)_(cropped).jpg "Amanda Palmer & the Grand Theft Orchestra")
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