Lyrics:
on the low) i'm recognized by hoes
Man, it's gotta be 'cause of the dough
(Gotta be)
It's got to be 'cause of the dough
'Cause the game sure wasn't like this
no sense
I'm da kind of man who prays but it's not easily
By this time, I guess I'm the last one
In the deep of your being, I will make my drums
one phone call
All y'all disappear by tomorrow
All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow
Actually, your man passed the Gat to me, now check this
desired
But she's set one man's heart of fire and it's me that she wants to please
And in my eyes god never made a more beautiful girl
In my eyes there's
behind the man gettin' paid behind the man
I hold the rocket stop the hand in my pocket
Two hundred a pair but I'm addicted to the gear
They'll make me
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
Ridin' in, double-double R, that's that Cullinan (yeah)
Pullin' in that four hundred grand, I just ordered this (yeah)
Switzerland, Lake Geneva, where I
And they following me
Two hundred bands under the floor of kitchen
A little more up in the walls and the ceiling
Even family and friends started switching
of lightning killed a hundred head of steers.
And the others rushed on by me, and I was left to live
The Master had a reason, life is His to take and give.
make my hands ache
Yeah, hundred round in the trunk, can't even stand straight
Yeah, gon' pop more than one, start hallucinatin'
Lot of diamonds on my
Strike a pose
Hot as hell
Grab your chicken head by the tail
A lot of tail
Can generate you a lot of mail
I'm the victorious
You the big time
Ya gal
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
Pack a hundred people, ya know ya gonna need'em
Straight with the system is down by law
Cause every two hours they get nine more
you)
Your wack show
Yo man what's up with that?
Yo don't sweat me
C'mon, five hundred, that was the deal
C'mon man, don't try to play me out
We
Or Gal Like You
Man I Fucked Up (Man I Fucked Up)
Yaah I Fucked Up (Yaah I Fucked Up)
Yea I Kno I Fucked Up
And Now She Gone
And Thats Fucked Up
[Chorus:]
He's an eight-hundred pound Jesus
A bigger man than you or me
I thought loosin' my job was
The end of the world
Till my best pal ran off with my
you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old gal
Who
the car and I bought the house, I represent the Dirty South
Got more syrup than Waffle House, run through hoes like Marshall Faulk
I talk the talk
Beenie man
He's not really man
If I was grant 3 wish from a genie man
I be really bad
Big cars big yard with plaques on the wall like beenie man
See me
the car and I bought the house, I represent the Dirty South
Got more syrup than Waffle House, run through hoes like Marshall Faulk
I talk the talk
wine
Put you pon rewind
Olipa thing man require
Fi we be like Bonnie and Clyde
Know say am inspired
By your beautiful eyes
I love your waist line
Gal
Fast Car Man Ah Drive Round Yah
Rrrrr Rrrra
More Dallaz
Every gal see mi Shout Oou La la
Rrrrr Rrrra
More Dallaz
Bay big house man a bill
Mhm mm
Life
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood
even mentioned by all these fuckin' beginners?
I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall
Just to show niggas how much more I have in store
I'm fresher
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