Lyrics:
t you be like no bokkle pon a shelf
Refrain
3ème couplet
Say me need some cash coz me bills haffe pay
That s why me haffe hustle night and day
mask yeah
Too many niggas wanna be us but can't be
Blue fitted, blue J's, Jim Clancy
Plan's skeet, a modern day Meyer Lansky
Lighters by the pantry
know two thousand
Do you know this band? Well, you should, this is your kind of music
It's not my fault if you got nothing else to do but be here 3 days
and been workin for one day
You say you want to rob me, well hell that's a mistake
Cause I got atomic bombs that cause tha Earth to quake
It'll open all tha
knocked down the towers, literally
JESSE:
Yeah he strapped himself with C4 and piloted two planes
Like Bill Pullman in ID4, bootlegged as Loose Change
noon- so later in the
AM overlap wax wit doom
bars got a sickle build- still will like kill bill- distribute an ill-will
Only to those whom
Throw their
ay'day is a newsreel, some cake an' a few bills
Honestly, all it'll take is a few mill (for what?)
For me not ta' have ta' portray no true skill (but!)
But
war
Was looking extra stupid
Riding in the Demon sticked up
Might need an exorcism
Walking by and not saying shit
Would be your best decision
Doggy said
county, Bill snitchin like he straight/
I’d kill that mother fucker but he sits when he pees wait/
Quit bitchin if ya listen, if offended by me great!/
My
came with two hoes
Left the club with 3 more bitches
Know a nigga that got
Bodied day before Christmas
Uh, bulldog barkin' like a Cane Corso
Put all six
long to save you
I was getting my dick sucked, by my secretary
She asked me my sign, I told her bitch Aires
I stay on Barbary and Scott, 5000 block
I
a black man out
but when bills come around she's got her hand out
The baby needs pampers and Similac..
Plus you need rims for your Cadillac
Ignore your girl
some Henny with you, right?
'Cause God bless what the Hennessy made clearer
Sitting in your chest while you sit out the day with us
The feeling that
So she waltzes by
Her sky is as high as sky
The apple of her eye
She doesn't even try
She knows she's a foreign cow
She knows it and how
She knows
motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal,
your brain tapped by forty-four caliber gats
It ain't like that, cats gotta learn to relax
If I let the gun clap, you have no wish, you're on your ass
four more
Johnny's got six-o looking for four-scores
Told him just link little bro by the fourth floor
Man I just beat the case
So can somebody
Death to all the Karens
Multifaceted interference, call your parents
God never saved the day she ran the play like pallbearers
Three of us on both
I live at home still, not paying phone bills
Hydro, or rent, and my mom makes most meals
So it's so ill, I don't need no scrill
Only cash for gas
Method Man being chased by thirty Methodists
Seven day adventist tempt this and try to prevent this
So I curse like the Motto leaving them
wall and shut your grill
I'ma paralyze your heart and shove your ass under the hill
President Bill...Clinton got his dick sucked by that horny white
slang makin hits that thugs feel
demons guard ya grill
when they in my scope aim and i shoot to kill
and haters jealous cuz im stackin hundred dolla bill
with the Mayans
Landed on cloud nine back in two thousand two nine
Above and out of your time
Course you pay the bill you the one that's saying I’m fine
Remember back before all the drama
Remember back before all of the bills and the degrees
Every hill that we stood on felt like a mountain
And every
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