Lyrics:
Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
thick ass, give 'em whip lash
I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast
Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for
Ah, I'm
deserve to be celebrated on every level
If you can't take it, that's your problem
I'm gonna thrive, I'm gonna shine
I'm gonna live my life
You only
Hella slayed
And I’m thankful up to God for all the brighter days
I’m on my level bae
I’m on my level bae
Yeah I’m out here on a mission to get hella paid
decaying just like a cavity
Dismayed by my depravity
I got waylaid by all the gravity
'Til we went down to the river of love
She is an angel, her name is
With sad record sales won't flop (nah)
That's what you thought but I'm in that
New Porsche no box earrings chain on no
Watch (that's big) picture
out her mind
Put on AP, and I wear by the two
Gossipin' bitch, she can't hold in the truth
I hit 'em both from the back, by the two
I flew
niggas went to see Allah
Afta they seen her this QB shit
Bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel
It's that real
Yo,
of here
Nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep (Notorious)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
cry like you
I get sick, I could die like you
I used to hate my broke days with a passion
Now when I get big money I stash some
See a watch I
she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track
Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac
Now what's that say about, this big epidemic
This
Fuck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh
I'ma die by my respect, huh
I put a check up on my neck
Life check ya in the head
I signed for a couple milli'
and a style
Man as fraud, and just wha day mi hear
She live a tenament yard, man a treat har like dog
She all a borrow all george and just wha day mi hear
every day in my city
Ain't doin' no playin', when they come, be ready
I got murder on my mind like that lil' nigga Melly (free Melly)
Big boy rocks,
thick ass, give 'em whip lash
I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast
Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for
Ah, I'm
and my man, my ace big Moe from the shelter
Bout to hit the skins, from this girl named Thelma
Now Thelma had a rep, that was higher than her neck
Every
to Denver, they'd roll through this town
Now those days are gone
But I still hear the sound of
(CHORUS)
Big Iron Horses
Steel turning round
The sparks
Oh well Rose stood uncovered, the great English pride,
Her master and keeper were close by her side;
They let them away and the crowd cried,
You could say that shit again but do you live by it? (Whoa)
Brought the Cayenne outside, bought the big body (skrrt)
Now I'm livin' life just how I
better, and her new man ain't actin like he need to
What he been doin these days?
After I nut she said its just a phase
He tryna rap? Aw mane
Show me his
her sister
Her hands on her chin, thought she was a mister
Went out disco dancing, gave my feet a big blister
Smacked in the face until I finally I
had've warned her
Now you're mad talking ‘bout she ain't shit
But you played a big part in all of it if you'll admit
She's everything you made her
You
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