Lyrics:
a baby. Unfortunately, not by choice.
It just happened. And I have no idea what to do. We don't have any money. We don't have much space.
We're 18
and bring the cunch lines back (brrt)
Fifty pebs in straight tens gone by lunchtime trap (trap)
Every spot I go, there's always Londoners and Scousers (no
probably diggin' at your own yak
See man do some raw shit, man it's so mad
Rule number three, don't underestimate G's
You can get aired out by a kid
(I I I I I love Chris Rich, HONEYWOODSIX)
(Yes, Chucks)
Young but them OG's threw gems and I listened
Especially how you get that yola
Back in
hesitation
Boeken vlucht naar Heathrow, Frsh en ik maken pitstop bij Nando's
Een chain voor de hele team net Tevro
Laat die smalltalk, money is the convo
put you in the grave, for som'ing they never had
Everyday in the hood, it be the same thang
Poverty running my people, so they love pain
And I
fake love
他靠着双手还清了自己家里的债
He paid off all the debts by his own
他从来没有变过只是更执着
He has never changed, just become more adamant
他说想要有更多的人能认识我
He said ‘I wants
A house boat by it called the Gin Palace
Docked in White Trash Bay
We serve homemade tequila 23 hours a day
We got hand rolled cigars and a 3 foot
Ah, my last time gettin' high
Ooh, ooh yeah
It's taking over me
Body and soul
Body and soul, ooh yeah
Fallin' in love ain't no joke
Some
Strokes
I made a lotta money that got stolen by my folks!
Now I'm broke and I'm the butt of everyone's jokes
But I'm here the superintendent! On Avenue Q
this bitch
Gang in this bitch, you know how we rockin'
Thirty-three shots and we Glockin'
Me and big boss pull up and we fuck off the profit
They
his mum made lunch, it was love on a plate,
I could taste the flavors from the lunch that we ate, “yum”
It was great, but then one day, he met
on the corner store
So the crack heads and insects will know what we're dying for
Used to make tapes to court my love
But I broke away 'cause depression hugs me
I'm a fucking heavyweight
Where my jugg title?
I just wanna say one thing, man
I love Meijer's
Scat Pack a got wasp spot, it'll buzz by him
Stop
a two two three
Flawless diamonds spent like twenty- thousand all you see is glee
Money calling, word from li Shawty, got no time for me
Trap jumping,
Cause I gotta be making my money
By robbing and stealing
Drug dealing try to make a million
And plus thinking bout feddy
And running my city in the city
You ain't never stuck the plug, you probably bust 'bout zero moves
Ayy, all the slimes with me, they totin' them big 50s
Three niggas with bodies
extreme- difficulties
People walkin' toward me- know that they phony
Disorder- comes from the enemy
Twisting my mind- to money as a shrine
Multiple women
under the sun.
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
When I see you I'm disgusted (nigga!)
Can't believe I was ever in love wit' (nigga!)
Must've been dusted, 'cause you
with a shot two or three
Yeah I’m in the zone
I like to mix rose mo’ with ma Patron
The only life I know put that in a song
So take two birds forty in
to made it by now (uh-oh)
Yeah, but life threw me in the wrong realm (uh-oh)
Yeah, we always got time to do better (uh-oh)
Yeah, but I was tryna do it
the .4's by me
Diamonds up the piece it's all shiny
Still without a backstage pass the whores find me
And they know who the man be
Ice grill on the watch,
head to my teepee
Got money and power, not a barker or growler
In the game with no ref, but will bury a fouler
Moonlight howler, in a new white
to the canvas
Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage
Yo, fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy
Brazilian bitches, names tatted
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