Lyrics:
to go and the money I'm bout to see
Gave Bill Gates some binoculars and said look out for me
And see these expectations even at def jam
Cause I married
through your clothes, that's anatomy
She see through me like binoculars, she got Cyclops in her
I see me in her esophagus like I got no oculus
I know you
Watching it from the distance
Wish I could make a difference
But I just make difficult
So, I'm grabbing my binoculars
Cuz' I don't want to get close
Bitch can't see me in binoculars
Runnin' a check up, I'm proud of you
You runnin' the racks up, I'm proud of you
All bad bitches eat seafood
Took
killers, camped out in my bushes
Then come to find out it's photographers
Feds watch me with binoculars
Mad 'cause a nigga gettin' popular
Flex on a hoe
much vodka
Can't see me with ten binoculars
So cool
No doubt by the end of the night
Got the clothes coming off
Til I make that move
Somehow,
the glock is for?
Black fatigues, skullies and binoculars,
C4, block your doors, nigga's can't stop this war
I show you faggots what this Swatz' is for
fall for me, bitch, Geronimo
50 shots in a chopper, break em off proper
You niggas can’t see me, fuck yo binoculars
I’ma coconut Ciroc’er, a beast like
glasses on
Got these A&R's at labels with binoculars
Lookin' in, jockin' us and not jockin' yours
Too many groups follow trends, unoriginal
Usin' loops
fusion
Of chemical solution for this fresh illusion
You couldn't see me with binoculars
I'm armed like an octopus
Step on stage and you'll get socked
out there tryin' to pick up this
Don't even try it
You couldn't see us with binoculars
Can you dig it, ha ha ha
Yeah uh
I know your bobbin your head
"Jeez, I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
get your binoculars
And see Penthouse 3 where a nigga be
Spittin' fire on the P-J in my P-J's
Fire Marshall said I took it to the Max like T-J
Y'all
Jeez, I can't find my knees
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
The peddler now speaks to the countess
don't need binoculars
Make a nigga wanna pull out choppas brrap brrap brrap they got ya
Ring, bom bom bom bom
Aerosol can, bom bom bom bom
Monkey
gusta mami
I love it when you call me "Big Poppa"
(yeah, Poppa) lookin' from the North
We don't need no binoculars (Where?)
Do everything in the world
pills fuck up my posture
Quick frankly I'm Sinatra
I'm shark and you tilapia
I've got shooters on payroll
But I grab my binoculars
I'm lookin' for my
is topless
Yall couldn't see me
Looking through binoculars
Look second to none all we do is drop hit's
Six to six flow so I roll with dodges
And I'm in
the rumor is
I'm factin' niggas so popular
Shittin' all in yo binoculars
Shoot it nigga ain't no stoppin' us
We them diamonds try to rock with us
Can't fuck
binoculars
Screaming at the top of her lungs
"I'm never letting go!"
Had enough of the stalker shit got
To put her in line
Count back from ten when I got
me fill your cup then find our way home
High off the life I’m living
Rooftop you gonna need binocular vision
Order a few shots and them things that
bees surveillance binoculars hidden in trees
Reliable sources copying keys, oh please
One for the life and two for death, three damn strikes no chances
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