Lyrics:
the dope to gliffer house
We step on all the work and send them playboys on some different routes
Money in and money out my wallet do the hokey pokey
Throw
Cowards, you gonna learn to respect power
We burn by the hour, one burst the Remmy got us
Crank shit, Shawshank Redemption scholar
Roll up, based
police
Woop, Woop
Them bitches comin' for me
You know the West gone ride
Nigga hit 'em up
Bitches run from the drive-by
When we pass by
Nigga
Woop,
"Yeah, they talkin about rap."
"We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about.
It's not about college or what you read in
the deuce everytime im riding by
Hit the back streets moving in low profile
I know where im at I dnt need NO tour guide
Down in Texas we be Holdin , Big
And comparin to me, ya frill healy
Maze who come nearly
Some the Projects thru youngers
Gun shit confronted
By jakes poppin up like late walkers
All around, all
city of New Orleans, we call him this
Georgia (that's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
Thick white skin
from the trailer feens stole your jewls
and big stretch punched him out his shoes
back then i was taken stashes quick who holdin
that's when every
runnin
He turned into a bitch
Keep a big as strap like apart of my body I can't take it off
For my soul i'll spend it all you can't pay what is cost
I rock
hate me, b****es in the head beatin 'em (So)
N****s wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherf***er, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
outside
B25, the niggas try to run but know there ain't no place hide
Don't say that you a man if you got set up by a shorty
She Jamaican and had a big body
shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers
Ran up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters
Pop like bitches with fake asses that
got a ten, holdin my stack of big Benz
Correographer causin your funky dope maneuver (say what?)
Bad Boy represent, keep it sewer
Killin You Softly wit
the flowers
Complementary at Trump Towers
Sit at the table we can build for hours
On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
The World Is Yours written
the Future
Stay awake and don't get taken
Hollywood letters fallin' down
Errol Flynn's abandoned mansion
Scary Hillside guy
Angel dust low-ridin' by
We
until we zone out, no doubt
Chickenheads beg for the nine inch Applehead
Their legs open like fallopian, lubricated by petroleum
Nine months later
to holdin' choppers, now we smoke out with doctors
Money bulgin' out my pocket, if you want it, I got it
We don't do regular problems, stay away from
getting slapped
I get a couple ki's turned them into crack
And listen them so we could count the by the hundred stacks (99)
So if you need word then
Got a cock like a cactus
Now I drift through the desert like a wild coyote
Horny as a toad trippin off peyote
Holdin uptrains and gettin goods by
You know Young Rich Niggas
You know so we ain't really never had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though
(If Young Metro don't trust
through
Migos and Blac Youngsta got about a million every time we come throught
Come thru when I come through when I come through when I come through
Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
I'm in the house with my nigga Sauce Money
Memphis Bleek, holdin' it down from the East coast
And from
we were still on the bus, nigga
Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush
When there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me
'Fore I cleaned up
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