Lyrics:
naked, sweat socks, and house shoes (ah)
100 bottles of Crys in the cooler (ah)
I'm frozen thanks to Jacob the jeweler (ah)
One day without me and she's
fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5, double stacked that's a hundred grand
Rose
Tell the miners' kids and wives
There's a blast in the number five
And the families I see standing at the gate
The inspector years ago said number
Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5
toľko ťažkých days, ďalšie ráno, ďalší test
Ja stále verím v to, čo viem, huh
Už viem aké to je robiť, čo ťa baví
Niekedy sa pýtam seba, či by som
could never keep my trousers up
I remember days and crazy nights
Are there any pirates on this ship?
And if they sober up - they'll have us
Home by
my friend,
A hundred years from now.
He hit a chord that rocked the spinet
And disappeared into the infinite,
And up until the present day,
You
it for real by the way
One hotel, five star suite
Sun goes down, watch her turn into a freak
Hundred bad bitches, all I see
Is you, you, you,
my friend,
A hundred years from now.
He hit a chord that rocked the spinet
And disappeared into the infinite,
And up until the present day,
You
hours all in a day
I sent her flowers, ain't talkin roses, I'm talkin' maoda
Ask if she "Ha-ha-ha", I really doubt it (ha-ha-ha)
Took her through
full five hundred strong
For they opened fire and somehow drove
That pirate ship away
But I'd rather have joined that pirate ship
Than gone to Botany
Six foot six he stood on the ground
Weighed two hundred and thirty-five pounds
But I saw that giant of a man brought down
To his knees by love
I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Dealin' card games with
Through his telescopic lens but he didn't scoop you
The next five days, no help ensued
They called you a refugee because you seek refuge
me a story about this brother
(At the time) one hundred and five years old
(Done time)
Beat up and robbed by friends of his
Which proves this world can
died in Iraq
Five hundred and nine died in Chicago
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
Uh, real niggas just multiply
And they say by twenty-one
(AJ Stay Workin, on God)
This the right tune?
Okay
If you told them you love me, then just say it again, yeah
You said you trust me, need
of that maybac and it cost five hundred thou
When the nigga, spent then with a smile
Stacking numbers that alarm and race
White house still moving bricks
with your misses (your misses)
Fuck with me, end up missing (woo), murder rate goin' up
A hundred K goin' up, five hundred K goin' up
Fuck with me,
in the bed of that truck
And a four speed on the floor
Five hundred dollars
It was mine all mine
And I never wanted nothing more
I took Katie
down? Nigga, holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride
Hittin'
name was Uncle Luke, yeah
I'ma make a hundred million probably by next June (yeah)
Niggas try to act stiff, they really cartoons (yeah)
Yeah,
100 pints in, 100 pints gone
Trampoline trap, jumping to the moon
I make that pack boom, I be done by noon
I make 50 racks, in like 2 days
Got my
Recht
Cops durchführen ID Checks
Sie sagen bitches kommen und gehen, AJ meint that's cap
Sie bleiben by my side, dann läuft AJ von ihn' weg
Heb mein Name
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