Lyrics:
right over the table
I need a whole lot of money to fuel all the plans that I'm making I'm aiming for greatness
I bet that you feel like a dummy, your
depressed
By the same old baby steps
Refighting wars we won twice
Updating apps for some sunlight
Table scraps lead to gunfight
A billionaire made one mic,
wits I'm from the Bricks (yeah nigga)
I used to catch a switch from any walk-by bitch (bitch!)
But now I'm to the break like disc jocks, dis rock is hot
would be if he ever had one
Chandeliers, pool tables, and pumping dro by the bathroom, huh
He's interrupted by some nigga like, ay young
Anybody out here
the domino table
my name tatted on your baby mama's naval
Wc forever a terror stormin the wheather the captain of the ship
from the stater jacket era
Skip
fellows and chicks
With similar scripts'
And I ain't stopping 'til Charlie gets hit
"The rest of you Bosley's"
Can get burned from the knee up by the mac
slipping
Sent her some bread now she acting real different
I ain't no dub no clown no trick
If you fucking them niggas you fuck with them niggas
Yeen gotta
all caught up by the throwbacks
Going back to the mud when she was catting off dubs
You fall in love too fast you a fool
She fucking another nigga homie
the crumbs off the master's tables
[Chorus: x2]
Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we all stone you,
Own you, for a while you
the game when I got my turn
Forever on that other side when the bridges burn
Cold hearted if you hate me then it’s your fault
Man of the house
Everybody
van dude so I had to
smartin up, you know chalk em up, bye bye mutha-fuckin drive by we walkin up put your little lawkers up and your lil snub
nigga
was made up
But I was told that Christian said he'll
Make me do what he wants
From that moment he was a dub
I got no time if you ain't acting right
done with that shit girl I'm tryna escape that
Hold on, who the fuck said that I wanted you
Ha, by my lonely no table for two
I was stupid thinking that
you best step away from the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we
overtime
Would you look at that now it's crunch time
With all the chips on the table
Bettin on me is a staple
So from here on out
If you hear someone said I
back
I'm from where a bitch a kill you and they all trap
Mall bags getting made by the Reynold's rap
Everybody puttin orders in watch em bring it back
shit”
He said, “Your piece of the American Pie is waiting”
From the bottom to the top, Almost Famous
Kells
crumbs off the table
The shit don't stop
Here it go to St clair Shores
They said I was fuckin' these whores
And everybody saying that I
Go to they parties
put together one beautiful sympathy
Your dope it ain't hitting me
Shawty white n air headed but far from a mystery
Mutz practice wizardry your bitch
a faucet it's causing a flood
Heart been gone I never needed no hug
If you lack you get stepped on like a bug
Remember when I was trying to flip with a dub
that midnight hour, we gon' shine
Bring em to the front girls wanna have fun
Every man try, go one by one
Wave em bye-bye, no bread, not a crumb
Pictures last longer
But this thumper get you quick
Inna a quick second
I could make a couple lil ms
Got your girl on the table
Doing tricks for
looking up
I been cuffed and Fd up from the street and the cut
It's been a couple of decades but the light never fades
I've been played not by flesh
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