Lyrics:
listenin
I just turned my music up real loud and start whistling
I took her to the after hours where they dance naked
Drivin' fast tryin' to make it
Hope she
(AY, AY, AY)
Yeah I run it up, right now
This year's been a shit hole
From the start I'ma run it back
Blow off
Wit da Sawn off
Kick Back
With
the mainland down to V I just to get the B I
Walk the streets then sweat on your brow and its like wow
Gotta make a dough cos we gotta blow cos its grimy
You
Dogg down, gangster, dancing, go up
Go up and dance
You know what time it is nigga
Whats me thro' my though times
Right nigga, right nigga
Roll with
some motion for New Year
I tell her I'll fuck her to Pisces
We up now, it's clear, only private
I had a issue with Perky, she lied & made me take five
of blow
Fresh powder skiing in the snow
Type of rappers we know, got the right numbers on a kilo
Burn the the carter down like I'm Nino
Pullin' up
it only make cents
To somebody with it
I kneed the shit
thats pizza dough
I'm spending it
So rapido
Don't talk so much
Bitch wrap it up
Money so new
the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone," he said
Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads
Then he walked up
the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone," he said
Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads
Then he walked up
plot five seconds before, anticipate reactions, eye contact
And teamwork makes it happen, whistle blow, jump ball, man up, this the team that got us last
motherfuckin' song niggas
(last shit niggas!) and I got five of the hottest motherfuckin'
Emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit!
It's
puttin' in that work like a
9 to 5 (Aah)
We makin' love on the beach in the nighttime
Fuck it up, baby do it to me one time
You the one, only you can do me
Its 5:30 in morning
Brush my teeth with that colgate
Forced up in a goddamn suit
Swear it's keeping in my rage
Step up on the bus , I look around
Influenced by a TRU nigga ain't no fear in death
Breather life nigga I spit it until my last breath
V I S I O N morherfucking plug
This the Finest Music thug
hands
Pull up in a cavalier tinted windows with my mans
Bankrolls my gas roll it up like it's a band
Roll it up like it's a band
I'm so high I never land
this point you know I'm bound to feel some way
I can't stop when I lock up and get another taste
I can't do no nine to five
That's why rapping finna
it with a foot up your ass, and it's still there
I cares not about your click or the block
I'm still that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock
a gangsta
They shot guns we shot movies
We fucked up they fucked groupies
Ignore these sluts that's my two cents
I'm broke the type money can't not fix
Not
cents
Sitting on the fence contemplating If I keep on working or i'm giving up again
Life goes on and on
When it's all said and done
I'm staying focused
to selling merchandise
Getting possessed like poltergeist
Listen up, listen up
Do you hear?
The sound of everything passing you by
just try to divide the real
Disturbin' tha peace, the Beat Club
Ludacris, straight from the A T L
We gon' take it to N see, to V A
To L.A., to N.Y.and everywhere in between
Uh,
it up
She make a nigga empty his pockets when she back it up
She made a nigga pay for it while we shackin’ up
But she don’t try me, she can’t deny me,
the time gone by
I'm dead
(Sloth are you okay?)
I body what I touch
Count on me to fuck it up
Boy we ain't the same
We in different lanes
While you smoking
it lit
The only way we know is the one that is legit
Clothes drip take a sip
Of that Joseph Guy V.S.O.P
Open your eyes and you will see
Your path life
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