Lyrics:
hornets
But my old life’s too boring
Said she don’t like, no poor man
So if I die, for the fame
I might buy, some more friends
Hundred bottles, I’m pouring
we rolling up
Gave my mans a hundred bands to keep it hush
They heard Dilano got that white shit Donald Trump
The most doubted a hundred verse
Everything you could ask for and more
Your choice, you could even be a fan or...
Hate to see a nigga get a hundred grand more
Bein' a mother fuckin' man
I'm a killer by the way a nigga bleed
Forever TRU I'm gone roll to your motherfuckin' city
If I come to a show I've got a hundred thugs with me
name I'm a fight y'all
Fuck a state, light charge
My predicate status, irrelevant
My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants
Jumbo
are smoked
4 in his pocket, a diamond-up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in the brown back
By the radiator near the cookies
as a motherfucker, why I'm rich
By a bag brother get a nigga high I'm lit
I'm bad, hit you in your eye and your bitch
Hit you when you're hidin', now you it, now
Nightmare, I got a hundred bricks, a white square
Black ski mask with a chopper by the nightstand
Taliban, got a hundred grand in each bag
Make the wrong move
Trappa turned rappa, trappa turned
Trappa turned rappa trappa turned rappa
I'm a trappa turned rappa
I'm a trappa turned rappa
Yes I was that trappa Man
I
label office cause they said I can't smoke weed here
Man fuck it I'm out black on
Than I'm bout it fool
I got a studio in my house
Along with some
flights
Touching hundred bands
I need a hundred mil, in some louie bags
Ain't no fear inside my heart for another man
I had to go, now they want me gone
in the jawn
Two-fifty, easy on her arm, pick her arm
East side nigga, I could bag Nia Long
Roof at the view, you see the view of Milan
I've been
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son
to have rules, not lulus,
Never have I seen a man run that fast,
I'm surprised that he never done a poo poo (fart noise),
Oi donut, dickhead beenie man's
do that
Got a flight in an hour, got my bags all packed
Bring it in for the huddle a hundred and 50 bags pow
Want me to take ya to the club
yeah! haha
i go by the name kidwilly and you already know by now
sheesh!
yeah!
look! money bags,moneybags,money bags
dollar 100 zimejaa kwenye money
(intro)
I'm da man round here capish,
Brown paper bag ol dope boy money,
Ol dope boy money,
(chourus)
I'm da man round here capish, small face
trying to get paid
I mean look at how well I have my stuff displayed
And the cars drive by in a frickin parade
Cuz I've been doing this for almost two
a hundred bands
(That bag)
That's why I always wanted bands
(Money)
I'm just tryna see them bands
(Straight cash)
I'm just tryna get them bands
(Them bands)
Swervin' a stretch bourbon
Identity of this man I look persian
Hey yo we gotta get him
I want to know where they came from
Or who sent them
First nigga
to party, yeah
'Cause I'm the man of the year
I'm tryin' to get a little buzz
Party poppin' and a n**** spendin' money
Hope I get f***ed up
I see your girl
tracks embellishes
The idea clearer that Wu-Tang Forever
This, way of life is art, rhymes and cleverness
Enjoying by God, no man could sever this
I
was Great Britain's initial Prime Minister
The Dominican Republic is different from Dominica
Most kids can count a hundred by age 6
Will Smith turned
Man we so about it, 5 star count it
Could have fucked the World but I left it how I found it
Took the game to school now I'm 'bout to cap and gown it
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