Lyrics:
wanna be the center piece of my entire culture
And I've been thinking bout you
Cause you've done such
By doing such
I get a pen and paper
Write you
gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I'ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in
to watch you wyling with your best friend
Enjoyed myself
Club cracking
Handled business with the homies on the backend
I met some women they was trending
But
Time is money so we take it in blood
I did my dirt and got it straight from the mud
Stop going to clubs because these cats be so thick with
And I'm on the road to riches and I'm not stopping a bit
I'm not fucking with you groupie hoes, I'm staying out the mix
And she ask me how I'm doing, bitch
high as the moon then ripping shit
Smoke in the loo's
Have been less frequent
I only wanna get higher
When I'm in the booth
What does that mean?
Not
Hop out the whip with my whole fucking crew
You didn't pay up so you know what we got to do
Pull up in the club, shooting slugs with Romano
Runnin'
only by his grace
I can say 'look at me now'
If you love this joint right here
I want you to call your radio station in the morning
And I want you
crodie, you kno he crippin
I need her by my side, keep me balanced and catch me slippin
But shorty, it's somethin' missin', I say
Teach me how to love,
It's boy Keem tonight is a party
On the mix is Life G
Hit it
4k drop another fire
Coca-Cola body shaped girl
Oh I saw her in the club, she be
things jump
No thanks to you
We blaze, weed up, we invade these clubs, we make things jump
No thanks to you
From the beat to the boogie, to the street
you
All the things that we can do
You my right hand, I said you my go to
Anything they wanna do, first I run it by you
Only if you say it's cool
Making
the club I know you bound to call
Tryna say I was the one, the only one involved
You know that's selfish of you cause the truth is I'd fall
The second I see
make your favourite rapper, running suicidal by a motherfucking thought
Choosing to choose me? I ain’t no skr skr rapper, I’m only the first
That’s
high by myself, just me and my Dutch
You ever been so smoked out you choke out?
Audible shit you had eatin' your soul out
Don't draw clouds
I'm bein'
go in the club and dance, mix the alcohol
Great with roach spray, here's a drink, have a ball
Dance to the music, watch it party pooper
Yeah, you
land
I'm tired of this motherland
I'm ready to see the stars out my first class rocket ship
Tell me that you really care
Help me mail this loaded prayer
The DOC- Hey yo Dre (yeah, what's happening?)
Have you ever met this female by
The name of ah Tairrie B?
Dr dre- yeah, yeah, I met her
The DOC-
toys
Only to be handled be kings who's got poise
Not boys, you hear me, twerps?
Story rings nearly like the
McClaury's versus the Earps
Hey, you want
carried away
I just might get carried away
I fuck that bitch by mistake, I just got carried away
You talk that shit to my face, you can get carried away
I
a tax evasion
Giving niggas cuts
Like I was the radio station
But the only clip I'm airing
Is aluminum cases
Like the county
You better be where I'm
together, but this blood don't mix
Y'all don't really wanna see a grown man cry
But when I have a problem y'all just pass me by
I'm sick and tired of the same
fingas up
We hollerin SQAD UP nigga! SQAAAD UP!
You got a problem - tell 'em meat me by mine
You know the heat be by my nuts nigga
Man we can knuckle up
up my bro
(Hey hold up, how many you want?
I'm finna meet you right there man, by that cut off 78th and Caselin, aight?)
Young nigga still serving
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