Lyrics:
Nash, I'm ready, baby
(Talk that talk), round two
(Uh-huh), whole town ready, let's do it
I still got the sound (Cash Money, Fresh Young Boys),
out Your praise
There's joy in the house of the Lord
Our God is surely in this place
And we won't be quiet
We shout out Your praise
Oh, oh, oh,
Call me Nash, not Steve hoe
Big Daddy Cool Diesel
Pulling through
With the big boot
Train gon steam through
My competition like the Royal rumble
Break
bright lens)
I go through a lot, you still'll see me strikin'
I don't know why I drive this bitch like I'm excited (I'm excited)
Shawty, do me one favor
for you and me
This town is our town, this town is free
So why are you acting like you own Eastleigh
You're buying up houses like Monopoly
But you're
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
schemin; tryin; to get over n****z like left an right lanes,
different day same s***, I ain't playin' b****,
n****z still got a rusty four-five wit
Reese (R.I.P)
Smokin' weed, writin' raps, in the house, me and G
They always said I'm a dog, they done let me off the leash
Niggas talkin' to the law,
u see Tho
Bruh Bruh in Reno
Hit me with the free-throw
Swish! Damn
How I'm on fire, But still Hella wet
Drego Dregan I am my set
No time for
Warrick Dunn gone but this falcon still working
Two Vicks sold thats a Arthur Blank purchase
I'm only fearing God so a sucker cant make me nervous
the moan
I be throwing stones while your house still getting blown
And I just hit the plug, dropped the weed of with a drone
I just passed my class, and then
of the house we built
Still workin' our way through the land of milk and honey
At the end of the day there's always more bills than money
I close my eyes
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
schemin; tryin; to get over n****z like left an right lanes,
different day same s***, I ain't playin' b****,
n****z still got a rusty four-five wit
a wrap around porch, yeah
Behind that front door's where it all started
In this house we live in, we all give forgiveness
Try our best but we still
graces
And even still, you gon' always will my black queen mama
'Cause you never been no crack fiend mama
And even though you only son grew up to be
Still workin' our way through the land of milk and honey
At the end of the day there's always more bills than money
I close my eyes at night and I still
of the house we built
Still workin' our way through the land of milk and honey
At the end of the day there's always more bills than money
I close my eyes
She a real one hold me down in a crisis
Brand new motion got us upping our prices
Slipping never we got sutten in reach
Come we fly out go have sex
let us see
We have no home anymore
While Mima showed the final war
Her circuits bled and fried, as our mother died
She's darkened by our sins
We begin
stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Tiny house for two yeh with just me you
We'll build a tiny house for two and it will be just me and you
Tiny house for two yeh with just me you
We'll
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