Lyrics:
name and money
And the town said, "How did a middle-class divorcée do it?"
The wedding was charming, if a little gauche
There's only so far new money
name, and money
The town said "How did a middle class divorcée do it?"
The wedding was charming, if a little gauche
There's only so far new money goes
little Mack's got Big Moves
I'ma get down, little Mack got real smooth
They say I'm somewhat undefeated
I'm movin' kinda fast so there's gotta be
in the bed of an old silverado
To the sound Alabama sweet home on the stereo
We were big small town, so damn proud, livin' loud
Gettin' down, rollin'
the room shaurtys stop and stare
niggas start to hate rearange they face
but little do they know i keep them things by waste
side i reply nobody got to die
all along!
Take this superstitious city, add one little Jew from Brooklyn
Plus a college education and a mousy little wife
And big news! Real big
a little closer, click you're done
Bloody hell my whiskey's gone
This town ain't big enough for both of us
Stick around
And someone's bound to blow it up
the town its going down we spending big loot
She bout the paper and you know it
Bout the paper and you know it
Bust it down show me what it do
Show me what
feeling sad and lonely
Because Left Lion gets all the attention
In Market Square there are pubs, shops and cafes
And a great big bell called Little John
Blue Pink Shades, when I run big deals
Riding round the town with my brand new wheels
Cruise through the city in the morning
Guessing everybody got
big, but had the ball's to kill all ya'll
I represent, the town called the Rich
where niggas don't give a fuck about you or your bitch
HK's pop, a young
Every time she come around, I'm swerving that big body Chevy
They hate how I use it, the same way I run through the town
No thanks to my music, I tie
and pistol by his side, a - huh, a - huh, fare the well
Well he rode down to Miss Mouse's door
Where he had often been before
He took Miss Mousie on his
he got in a great big fight
And then a big policeman came
And slapped him down
He's in the jailhouse now
(He's in the jailhouse now)
He's in
I was tryn'a keep it humble in the jungle
But I might just have to rumble 'cause this little cub is getting cocky
Get it muddy like I'm jumping in
be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit
You wanna be
to the side
If im dead by twenty five just know its a suicide
I tried to tell you in the album this is how i say goodbye
Its gon be a big surprise that im
niggas looking like Cris Cross
Crack in my socks, that's Chris Rock
Niggas on the net got big talk, meet em in person they shiver
Bad little bitch in
albums and EP's ain't no where touching on my vault
Niggas snitching for a lighter sentence just to walk
Niggas talking just to talk
425 Days 'til I'm 28
rival I guess you Rick Ross
Mad cause to you little yorkies I'm a big dawg
Self made dope spitter whole verse of fentanyl
When in album mode its like I
There's so much goin' on in this town
To keep me busy, I've been runnin' around
Up and down all these avenues
Doin' everything but thinking 'bout
in Central Park
Lovers waiting for the dark
In our little penthouse on top of the town
Each evening we'll stargaze, we'll never look down
grace, and we say Mam
If you ain't into that, we don't give a God damn
Were from North California, and South Alabam
And little towns all around this
town. Something new to cut around.
Crashed out on the highway. Plastic cross and a plastic bouquet.
Paramedics in the by-stander's gaze.
Plastic
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