Lyrics:
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
Willie was my cab
I was hated in the hood Yo by all the mothers
I used to, deliver food Yo my six brothers
Robbing Chinese food man, me and my crew
like I'm a hunk
Backflip in a jacuzzi
Forty floors inside the Trump
Front-flip into this high-yellow
Chinese bitch's rump
Then she make me chicken
the beater
Cause when I pulled up in the chally, she changed the whole demeanor
4-4-5 on the hip next to Nina
Warship bouta hit a lick, watch be Marina
I was
and sake
And even likes Rocky III
I'm amazed and I'm impressed
But the thing that I like best is I love Betsy
And she loves me
Five years
I've been in love
the pace, this ain't no race, and there you go
I'm dope money, girl, that mean I got cash to blow
She love it though, she so international
Not around
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
'Cau-'cau-'cause you are the death of me
'Cause you are, the-the death of me, you-you, the death of me
Lookin' in the mirror, I'm embarrassed
I'm feelin' like
in the trap with a xuzi
Pull up on her, punching dick in her coochie
Uh, I pull up on her
Im smacking her booty
She fitted with Gucci
I bought her some
at ease
While I'm fucking a Chinese
Got this bitch down on her knees
And she's screaming I love marines
Terminal lands in the CO's wife's pants
Did a dance
we met when I had worked at Hollister
She love my hair and by that I guess you guess Adrianna
Cause, she had worked in the salon right next
to the crib to pick up my brother, g
G don't forget, to bring the house keys
Hops in the eight, five-oh now here we go
Please please, brother don't slam my
frightened
Standing out there in the snow
Till he said, I'm here to help you, ma'am
And by the way, my name is Joe
She said, I'm from St Louis
And I'm only
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my fo'-heata beata by my side
I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West coast (West coast)
I keep it
it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my fo'-heata beata by my side
I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West coast (West coast)
I keep it on post
in
Got a little 9 to 5 thinkin she's a winner
Knowin goddamn well her boss is stickin dick up in her
You press her for the sex and she front like
brother
Hello, my brother
I'm doing what Elizabeth Gilbert did in the book Eat, Pray, Love
I'm in the basement conjuring my brother through a chalk Gate
a first gen Miata
MK1 guts all re-wrapped in Prada
Got the 1.8, not the 1.6. 5-speed stick
I want it red... but I'm satisfied with white
All good, I'm finna
to man-up
Dammin' these tears up but can't hold 'em back
'Cause she's in love with California
And that West-Coast sunshine dream
These ain't no Holly
to man-up
Dammin' these tears up but can't hold 'em back
'Cause she's in love with California
And that West-Coast sunshine dream
These ain't no Holly
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had a bunch
the ass fat
It ain't real love I can't mask that
Now I got money in NASDAQ
That bitch looking fragile, a glass back
Tell me that that ain't a flashback
She
Motivated always, i need statues by my doorway
need a waitress in the hallway, need a penthouse up in broadwa-a-a-a-y
When i wake up i cash out
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