Lyrics:
like me is hard to come by
The Patrón-ón? Let's go get it on
The zone-one? Yes, I'm in the zone
Is it two, three? Leave a good tip
I'ma blow all
(I know that you just wanna)
I know that you just wanna cry sometimes (yeah)
Cause baby there's no guarantees that in this life
We all gon' be
or feelin'
Don't get caught watchin' the dust fly by
Don't get caught askin' where'd my time
Go, so live this slow
Give some time to grow
Cause you won't know
what you want it
Ghetto futuristical get up on it
There's a bianca up in my sector can I bone it?
Cuz all we wanna do is get drunk
Get blowed
Spit shit,
I don't feel so strong no more ,
We could've have had it all and more,
We don't get along no more.
Im trippin on sumn
I'm hanging by
call on me, baby, ooh-wee (ahh)
The love wey I get no be fallacy, yeah (ahh) (yeah, whoa whoa)
Ah go dey there for you emotionally, yeah
(Ah 'Marco)
up, get your laugh on
See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on
There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion to go
refuse
Not another chandelier
Look, my friend, what we have here
"Dear Andre, re my orchestrations
We need another first bassoon
Get a player with
delight, how sweet?
I gotta find me a girl to make my life complete
You can scratch my back, we'll get cozy and huddle
I'll lay down my jacket so you can
delight, how sweet?
I gotta find me a girl to make my life complete
You can scratch my back, we'll get cozy and huddle
I'll lay down my jacket so you can
Its so hard to leave the block at night
Until you get your money right
I grind hard and wont stop thats right
From sundown til the morning light
to power up
You ain't felt nothing til you know how to love
All these jealous motherfuckas have it out for us
We get one another took a vow of trust
I don't
up like a four-by
'Bout as buzzed as a Bud Light
Long gone as last night
Loaded like a buckshot shell
There's more than one way
To get straight up
every time we link back up, you just get hurt again
You put all men in a box, I ain't one of 'em
Funny how you got all the answers and none of 'em
You
Sword out the sheath we
Roaming the streets
Deep like meseeks
Squad be the feces
We creep
Make way for the fiends
You best flee
Get gone from the scene
fight
We mostly easy like Sunday morning, ol' Colt came here to give y'all fair warnin',
Country folks wont be pushed around, and there's some of us
Fashionistas
My crew would tell me, "Be Brunello Cuccinelli
Add layers to your player, get cuts colder than Delis, Relly!"
Stylin' 'til my bank is
will sin again, and again til I go
Is there salvation for the sinners?
Is there salvation for the sinners? (I ask)
Is there salvation for the sinners?
Is
and my gang, you know we on the come up
Call up lil' Dami, he gon' get you done up (One and Only)
Poppin' this molly 'til the fuckin' sun up (man, what
(Okay)
Dior with some retros
Luggage by Louis Vuitton (Woo)
We shop when we get there
Ain't nothin' in the luggage but guns
(Uh, uh) we spend dirty money
To discover with dread that my head was as bald
As a novice's knees
I was dying of shame
'Til a gentleman came
An illustrious barber, Pirelli by name
He
ain't got no time if it ain't business
Tryin' on the rise, but i'm fine with that commitment
Y'all don't gotta get it, but I gotta get it
Wait 'til it
to flee your home
Counting down every day til she gets good n' gone
She ain't never known a single day of freedom
Margery Keller's whole story full
I could take a punch or get hit by a car
Could go to the nearest or farthest star
As a matter of fact it's what I won't talk about
Pop a word out
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