Lyrics:
kids
Fuckin' round by the moonlight
Remember late night
Fondue by the fire
And any time you gotta cry
I be right by your side lil mama
You be the good
Racin' them cars, sippin' moonshine from a mason jar
There's mansions next to double-wides
There's rich folks rednecks side by side
Lord I miss that land
Ayy, I'm a rich Blood, by the way
And I'm havin' swag, Rollie old like a tape
Fish scale, yeah, I got these bitches on the bait
Don't wanna talk, man,
guessin' off of hip-hop occupation.
We don't give a fuck 'bout MTV or your local radio station.
Kottonmouth kings serves the under ground nation.
Oh
It's gotta be Maine
If I get something with this beard
It's gotta be brain
Dropped my first record when radio's
A lot of T-Pain
I'm playing 21 in San
I take a woman shopping in a store quick
Her ass big, she just trying to make a four fit
Yeah, they need to issue out a recall
I'm going up
to wreck the crew
we be havin mad fun
Niggas known me from day one
lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Violat'in they were even nameless
Verse 2
won't drive a truck anymore"
Early in the mornin' and I'm rollin' fast
Haulin' nine thousand gallons of high test gas
Sergeant on the radio hollerin'
Call up the rest of the crew
I'll see you there
[Big Azz Ko]
Yo, I got the call from Sean he out in Milan
Went to get the package, got there it was
knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight
down, big dogs on the compound
Paybacks on the way around if you got a problem better say it now
I am happy we reunited, here come the rap I am Leonidas
the war money straight off deployment
Big booty bitch and she bend over me
Zero six hunnit im fucking the sergeant
Aye im on my shit, i'm who dey talk about
a big ole beam nigga big ole ray
Came in on the third get it gone by the eighth
Bitch you may know Justin but you don't know Jay
May know Justin but you
the house by ten
Got a new money trip again
Ain't worried bout him he a fan
New money bitch brand new bands
Rich nigga only wearing big brands
Big rocks 10k
ain’t real they phony
Snakes in the grass so I rather be lonely
Big backwood to the face like Roddy
Rich, been ball on these niggas like Koby
Hoped in
won't give up
Radio soul antennas
Radio to lift spirits
Call sign commando
M.O. is independence
Scream till the walls fall
Dissolve all the limits
I drove a long, long way without drinking
I listened to the Baptist Radio
There was a blue-gray sky as I passed the ghost town by
And headed down
style is
Tryna move by the mountains
Big house water fountain
No stress on my momma mind get it from my talent
Tears ain't coming out but inside I'm
Real100Tech
Blowing fucking racks
I'm up in the brib
Blowing big gas
I'm up in the crib
Counting big racks
Gas all in my lungs
Have an asthma attack
tryna link!
Just send the addy
She call me baby
She act like she had me
Don't got babies yet!
She calling me daddy
My baby, a baby
Big whips, and big
Bitch I came through, big dick swanging
Bitch I came through, big lip hanging
Bitch I came with the crew, with the gang and
I'm just feeling blessed,
Dream Big
You know
Cuz when all else fails
And ur at the bottom
Man
Dreams is what's gonna help u get out
Always had thoughts I would be some'n
My
a watch
I'm finna pull up with the stick
like Roddy Rich out the box
Flow dope as a key and I got shit on lock
I'm so focused on me ain't worried bout no
Nkase tšhabe selo
Morena ke modiši waka o nkwiša pelo
Go šetše fela tšatši la bofelo
Ba mathomo e tloba bofelo
Big crooked I ain't getting it
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