Lyrics:
I need mine mixed like Mariah
Who Supplying
Tan and White Yeah
You know I get higher
I mastered Xanz don't get tired
No sir
Im on fire
I dont need
(Four big guys)
Yes, sir
Four big guys and they grab on my thighs
Blow up my guts like the Fourth of July
If they keep fuckin' my butt, then I
Yes, sir
Four big guys and they grab on my thighs
Blow up my guts like the 4th of July
If they keep fuckin' my butt then I might just cry
Poop
Young negus havin' it i'm feeling like meech
(yes sir)
Work everyday the week
I'm makin sure we gon' eat
The level we on is elite
I'm going up
(James, just play it already)
My whole life y'all took me as a joke
So tell me who got rich and who got broke
Drown in water, watch neck hit
Dear Sir
I'm writing concerning your letter
In which you say I owe you cash
I'm confused by the tone of your writing
I'm not sure if you want it
We on?
Same vein
Bleeding out the same vein
Balling like a cash cow
They call me Le-brain James
Look how everything changed
Life is like a gun range
safety
Gotta watch out for hackers they Shady
Made hundred80K with 80
Forgot to tell ya YeH I'm staking Call me crypto
ForeiggnFargo Baby
Yes sir
6 months
on the left, cheddar to right, like I said countin' up checks
Nah man, that's just a vision of the future
I look at myself and I say, "that's you sir"
I'ma look
Cory, Cory
Drinking his brewsky
Eat Chapala everyday
Cory, Cory
Is not his real name
His real name's James
Don't call me sir
Just call me beerman
different LeBron James stepping on 'em in Hermes
Big boy no chump change a lot can change when you grind mayne
I'm all about the chips get the cash then I dip
a horse, I like to chill
So I drive up in my new Seville
My tribe went down in the hall of fame
'Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James
Pound for pound,
I like to chill
So I drive up in my new Seville
My tribe went down in the hall of fame
'Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James
Pound for pound, I
paid in different amounts
To a Mister James Reynolds way back in
Seventeen ninety-one
Is that what you have, are you done?
You are uniquely
Ready to face, whatever's awaiting
Me in N.Y.C.
But who's waitin' for me when I step in the place?
My friend James Madison, red in the face
He
You can't stop it you can't escape it You can't turn it off
So I'd appreciate your kind consideration in this matter
Sir or Mam would you please
You can't stop it You can't escape it You can't turn it off
So I'd appreciate your kind consideration in this matter
Sir or Mam would you please
Money clean, young boy, Ian Connor off the shit (Young Lord)
Fuckin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six
This is Gosha, man I pay for pussy? No sir
We use the word everyday
Now, if we don't know the capacity of this word
Are we having a conflict or not? Yes sir
Because we did not break down
I like to chill
So I drive up in my new Seville
My tribe went down in the hall of fame
'Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James
Pound for pound, I
know is I'm rich
And I'm a bond like James, bet I be out here quick
Man, you ain't gettin' out of here, you must think that you're slick
In the car we
down for his crown
DJ Sirs, killin shit, word to God
Peace to Funkmaster Flex and the whole Flip Squad
Nice and Smooth, hey yo you know
I'm full of existential dread"
Will I burn up in fiery flames?
Will I meet St. Peter or St. James?
Will I be tortured eternally?
Or will I have a salad
Sir don't worry bout the cash I get
I'm going back to the bubbles i don't think the cash gone fit
Already know it'll double if it's anything I did
I
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