Lyrics:
sweet
She wit me we up in the suite
We go all night im bussin the cheeks
U know i got that proper on me
Ohhh let me remind ya that i got alot of them
be dumb
See an op and I tell him don't run
Yeah, we tryna pop if we see him, he done
Never been the two, bitch, I'm one of them ones
Never been
ready to climb on up
In my Jeep
In my Jeep
We'll go wherever you like
This moment feels just right
I know a spot down by the lake where the sun sinks low
somethin new at ya
We got little John on the d r u m s, get busy
(drum roll) , aw on the keys my man James
What you doin back there?
(piano plays) , aw yeah
(Aye aye aye, aye aye aye)
Man you know we got 100 bags out that lil' trap spot (Out that lil' trap spot)
Nigga's know my trap hot
And I got them
the Pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind
If he could speak down from heaven he'd tell me stay on my grind
Tell him I'm doin fine, Obama for mankind
We
Fresh out the belly of the beast with my niggas
We live by the gun and we die by the trigga
You never seen me digress even when I had different problems
what to do
Our whole life we were learning what's 2+2
Celebrating that we're out of school
If that even happens every single kid is a tool
Finding out
Damn, aye
They be like, Kaka, what you want
What you been doin'
Yeah, we slingin' dope, out the door
What you been wantin'
Yeah, we slingin' dogs,
deal, we used to get rid of squares, hmm
Yeah, I'ma push it to the limit
Copped the same day and got the windows tinted
Dropped two hundred, so they
gotta ask again
Baby this is what we do
[Verse Two: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, what you want
And if you strap, we can trade like the Dial Jones
Where the Muh
Hope
tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed
Crushed to dust, by the next man's clutch
It's Infamous you fucks, intense bad luck
Stand strong on our two
an expedition on 2O's
And it's plenty wood in my sack, and that's a fact
Playa we roll em fat, dem big ol ball bats
Oh yes, we call em that, I love to stack
Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us,
Y'all niggas be scramblin gamblin, up in restaurants with mandolins and violins,
We just sittin
loot
I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin'
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin'
We some presidential players, with money by
all the way through. Gotta have one or two of those
This is Bar Exam 2 by the way. We gonna kick back
This is for my nigga Keno. (Shout to Keno)
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
From the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New
4, 3, 2, 1
[redman] hahh [method] hah
[method] yeah [redman] yeahhh
[ll cool j] make it butter
[redman] I'm gonna bankhead bounce!
[ll cool j] no
her down and we was round two'n it
And you was in the middle of us two an' now we doin it
Blowin on my blowpop, Now they both is chewin it
By the way
When I'm on the road, doin' shows, baby
You know these hoes gon' be on dick, won't leave me lone, baby
Livin' by loyalty, that shit I can't condone,
try not to
Yea I'm doin' the same to you
Now we're leavin' scars on our broken hearts
Two whiskey breath silhouettes dancin' in the dark
It ain't right,
[Snoop]
I got 35 bad bitches in my room
Nigga these out of town hoes that we out here with
[Kane and Able]
No shit
[Snoop]
You with it nigga
yours
Chorus:(2x)(minor changes 2nd time)
We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes
On everythang homeboy that I'm down
need a Hutch
I'm doin' numbers so when a star skate through
I'm a let you see it boy, like Star Eight Two
Easy Star, I ain't on that star ish
You act
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