Lyrics:
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
on the hood of my blue painted whip
And watch the stars go by while we eating on some chips
Only thing I want to do is kiss you on the lips
Tell me what you
some kids, yeah
I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah
I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah (let's go)
She saw me in the club, how did you get in here?
Fuck is
wanna be by myself
I can't hold it in, it's burnin' (burnin')
I'm the only one that's earnin'
So, let me do what I want (yeah)
Lately, I just wanna be
to go
I got a bunch of little things I need to fix
My savior on the way back don't you forget
This world is over don't get caught up
In the mix
watching
I'll be insulting
Sorry
Come on people
Have you ever seen
A bigger charisma than mine
No
record is empty
Only for now baby
No, no
No
Where's
baller like the rucker
Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple, roosters in the duffle
Keep the hood screaming cock-a-doodle-doo fuckers
Coke by
he only posted with his bros- On the mission
You lied and said jammed but on my soul niggas froze
Who with me the skit thats some shit I cant
Always reaching goals Messi
Pull up and the whole club getting messy
Hang around with you everytime you take my breathy
I was running back and forth
an outlet
Ain't no vacuum but we cleaning this mess
If you stung by a bee, then I could be your best guess like
You mix a mixtape, now everybody in the club
(Hahahaha)
Yeah, I'm a Ghetto Superstar nigga
Most niggas trying to get one chick, right?
I'm trying to get two
You know, two is always better
thatt about
I was the only rapper out
Beverly foxhill roscos swapmeet
Slosin crenshaw comton we not sweet
Like I'm chump change
Jimmy with his gun game
If I mix it right I feed the family and even my aunty
If I mix it right you get the two for one a double whammy
I done hit the boy and girl so much
on tour?"
Told her I'mma get a suite by 40 deuce
Don't worry 'bout it, I'mma send the car to you
She said, "Dolla, I got friends for your man"
"I ain't
haters, it just hasn't sunk in
Pop a pill for a problem, I'm never sober
If you live by the sword, you gone die by the cobra
If the mix aint good, I'm
You would think we some shooters by the way that we ball
It's only a few of us you know we keep the circle small. Facts
Me and my bro's just chilling
ants by you
Under dirt, that paper made him lazy, he ain't wanna work
At close range, blood on his tee, put on another shirt
Nobody saw it
Life
about you in the club right now
I got liquor in my cup right now
I thought all this drinking would have me numb by now
I didn't think that you'd give up
my name
Like F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
I got a bad bitch on my left side
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
Said
try and open y'all shutters
Cartier frames, Aoki on a shirt
And red and white chukkas
Why you goin' all hard tho?
NASCAR star got bars by
in the water
Sometimes. I wonder
I'm going under
Concoction of emotions mix the brown with the white
Swear I'm fighting for my life fight club
Every
State
Burning bridges like I did with Tony Quinn
Almost set the club on fire
But I'm sure they'd know we did
Told me you could never pack a venue
Told
twenties
Everything shiny still grimey and a thug
I know it make you like to stand by me in the club
Hugs and kisses every young girls wishes
Kiss
All butter soft shit on, you know the way bitches
The Pharoahs only rock gold at the galas
Champagne wars with sneaky whores we smell 'em
Rip rap,
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