Lyrics:
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An' if the freaks get illy I smack the....
Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed
Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med
Ya say you
about to bring that real soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
let's go
From what I hear Kanye is killing the game very bad
My
The lost MC's which way to go
So here's my rep, to those that slept
And didn't get the first concept in depth
I am the manifestation of study
on my Mongoose (ayy)
Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die
'Til the Fire Marshalls come shut down the spot
I have the club jam packed every time I rock
These other niggas ain't got the style I got
I go back
I guess it Lil' Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't stand a weak
Realest left, only way I
Rock, I'm the truth, they know that off top
Jealous niggas, yeah they gon'
Knock, thirsty bitches, yeah they gon' bop
On my dick is
told ya
Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!)
See why'all niggaz know why'all need to grow up
Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha)
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
BWA, Bread Winners Association
In my trap on the couch like my leg's broke
Catching sells, ain't no way I could be dead broke
Let him in, shut
finish
Thursday, she tripping, club all night Friday
Stand by me, Whitney and Bobby, be my rock, girl
Paparazzi no freedom but at the house, girl
'Til the Fire Marshalls come shut down the spot
I have the club jam packed every time I rock
These other niggas ain't got the style I got
I go back
town to town, until it's world renowned
As I rock New York City all year 'round
It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs
Thought patterns
Don't act on a pimp
You got me enticed by the way you rock dem hips
You's a trip, girl, doin' all dem tricks
That's what's up
I like dat shit a lot
Come
Break out the Hennessy
Break out the Grey Goose
Break out the Vodka
Mix it with the juice
Drink it by yourself
Drink it with your boo
Drink it with
goddammit.
Let me kill him."
So the cop made them go home, and he drove me home,
and he confiscated their club and my rock as further evidence.
And I
Infamous for the world to hate or play this
Don't give a fuck if you can't rock to this
My duns' heads bop to this
We stand out like a tourist
And make
get popped
Ima make bail and pull off in my Rarri
They know that I get locco
And they can never block me
I remember turning up in the club
Lil flo
that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control
God
I ain't leavin' without you, bitch
Comin' home with me
And my boy,
it, I'm on my grown man
You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man
You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man
Now I don't really hit the club
on my Mongoose (ayy)
Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
the way I boogie
My fake ass friends want to hang out tonight
I'll tell ?em follow me then I'll ditch ?em at the light
I see ?em at the club
live my life as I want am
Jumping over the hurdles all by myself
I don't need no storms now (No be today)
E don tey wey yarnsh don dey dey for back (No
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