Lyrics:
sleeves.
Four-door swoosh made by Nike.
Drop-top jumpan suit, by Mike E.
Got to like my player, I'm in it for the dough.
I'm in it for show, matter fact
Shake, wind, and roll
Let's lose control (show me how you want it)
Put your hands on my body, I
Love the way you make my body say iyiyi
Shake, wind,
to the back while you racking up, that's what's up
Now you In a coupe backing it up
Girl you official let em know what ya life bout
Show em you a leader in
I'm on your side
Just touched down
Slide slide
Drive by
Shots on me babe
Drive by
VERSE 1
Been too long let me sight see
Cold shoulders
talk nigga
Don't be frontin when you know you broke nigga
Money Mayweather let the money rain
I'm on a stage it's a fuckin rage
Lord knows I'm pushing
be laid up booed up
This ain't Ella Mai big guns rock em like a show
This ain't VMA show to sixty thousand
She was shocked like she was getting tazed
on Gillie and Wallo show goin' at it
Before you sign a contract, let your lawyer look at it (just sayin')
That's a million dollar worth of game that I just
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
of house, let's play a game of it
Are you wit' it? Hide and go get it, I bet you'll love it, baby
I'll play the daddy and you can play the mama
So we can
just what they like
Let em make me by design
Take me make me
Choice is an illusion
Smile is a fake me
Livin in delusions
It's confusin
It's confusin
who's barely getting by, the person who's watching shows
About people with problems, the person who is one of the sixty percent
Of the U.S. population 1.3
the type to make some flowers from the snow
Spendin' hours at the stove
Now, they give me sixty thousand for a show
I spend a hour then I go, I spend
of a crown
You better bow down then get up
I won't let up or let go
I take the hate they throw and
Embody it for the energy to go turn up at my
Sold-out shows
fuck it, let's go over there
Lemme show you the nigga, right-
Hold up, wait up, wait up
Three deep niggas
Think niggas don't know what the fuck time
fuck it, let's go over there
Lemme show you the nigga, right-
Hold up, wait up, wait up
Three deep niggas
Think niggas don't know what the fuck time
ride (show discipline nigga!)
Kill ya moms, kill ya pops, kill ya seed
Kill ya girl (it's principle nigga!)
Sell ya crack, sell ya coke
Sell ya E,
than it seems
But it's too late, I'm right by your side
She said
I can take you to the edge show you what's on your other side
Oh what's in you doll it
on one condition
What's that bruh?
Let me convince you to put that bomb down
I knew it T.I.
What?
You wasn't really on that dope boy shit
I tell you
30 but it'll be 60 by next summer
All them diamonds and shit be cool until your money get caught in something
I heard it's choppas on the market you
Fuck wrong with these ho niggas?
Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas
And it's never less than like four niggas
Four
6ixteen-12-Church boy ft Riddick
[pre hook: 6ixteen_12]
Err'where I go, I just gotta let em know
Boy I love my God ,I just gotta let it show
to a T
Everybody wants your reality
Gotta flaunt no flaws like a Barbie doll
Got a perfect picture double tap by all
But it's just a movie you put out to see
That
will clearly show, my talent for moving blow
And it's gangsta music, so fuck the status quote
Grown men talking, who let the children in
Get
will clearly show, my talent for moving blow
And it's gangsta music, so fuck the status quote
Grown men talking, who let the children in
Get
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