Lyrics:
Driver open up the door, release the smell of cro
Nothing like the stuff you ever smoked before
Cuz I needed a new plug
Cuh the ting weren't hittin'
and rip the summons
Cruise on boats
Stuff our hundreds in a gold vase
Found right beside
Tucked in between both legs
Coca, royal cigars while I'm buzzin'
I been spazzing out all these chemicals
And my brain got me crazy now
You should help me out
And not help me at all
This shit is drivng me crazy now
niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga
got me covered
And I doubt you've got someone better
I said I doubt you have someone better
We're getting higher and still you say you want to smoke
I asked Jesus for a light
And he pulled me in real tight
He said boy you don't need that shit anymore
I got some better stuff right here
He said
Why you pulling on my heartstrings
You don't understand the stuff my heart did
I will always love you regardless
Baby why you heartless
Why you
Didn't mean to bother, just passing on by
Got a bucket full of chicken and a pecan pie
Nothing going on gonna make the front page
Just a country's boys
bring that on in
Bitch, I'm a problem, got your columns full of losses, no wins
Gary gangsta, fuck with Chicago niggas out that Low End
Much love to my
pulled out his money, i'm pullin out that honey,
he stuff it in his stem* soon as he took it from me,
yellow teeth chaffed lips and his nose is runny,
I've seen some niggas like Baylen, and seen niggas like JiDion
I can tell if that boy wanna copy by the fit he on
Don't hit my DM, and you really telling
So you think
Your soul's untied
And there's nowhere
For you to hide
Well my dear
I've seen your soul
It was being eaten up
Like a lady
By a dark
Stuff comes down from the golden triangle
On ferries from Denmark to Helsingborg
The band strikes up but they're out of time
On synthesiser
quite an analagy
I don't think who we are
should be described astrologicly
Don't judge me by my car
And don't treat me any differently
I'm not a
(Chorus)
'm all you got now so please applause
An addict husband and a divorce
I'm all you got now so please applause
Staying home with children
Miss my stuff I
Hi, I'm Jeff Foxworthy and I have got
A wonderful woman that I am totally committed to
Always figured if something was worth doing it was worth doing
a nigga wanna do his stuff
It's prime time, I'm that 21 Dion, peons want be on what P on
Beyond what you see with TV on, 3's in the T-on
The britches
the same stuff
Tattoos, piercing
Smokin' up and drinking
Money, sex plus them extravagant weekends
Man if that's the high life
I'll puff puff past that
You
and crannies
I sleep in my jammies and special sauce is jammin'
So much stuffs in the flavor
The recipes all in favor
Say I got to keep on moving
I gots to keep
got pain I'm tryna stuff it
I'll be thuggin til the trumpets, all I ever do is get buckets
Member balling on a budget oh I feel it's all or nun
All
any drug
Had just found the one that could pull his Plug
"Yo, bro, got another rock for your hiking boots"
"Gonna make you scream and loop three
Turn up, let's get it
Turn up
Chiraq
Lupe, what up, bro?
Go hard or go home, we turnt up
I'm from Chiraq, when we come around we rust stuff
I
it cost
Shit might hurt your heart
Get the money by all means, that's the motto
I got rich then my power skyrocketed, auto
Like Nato said
This a yacht
The working class can kiss my arse,
I've got the foremans' job at last.
I'm out of work and on the dole,
You can stuff the red flag up your hole.
Discuss these stuff i got by dion Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In