Lyrics:
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
the back by the couches up inside the cheetah
Then I step up in the club keep it moving wit' my hand on my heater
Stay alert and never moving the sleeper
Why do I have to fly
Over every town up and down the line?
I'll die in the clouds above
And you that I defend, I do not love
I wake up, it's a bad
Only will you ever meet a girl like this, get up in a spaceship and take that trip.
You gotta have a way with words.
Keep a short low convo to get
tell by the 30's that I'm sittin' on
Take a whiff of this shit, this Dolce
Mix it up with the purp', it's okay
Later on I'm free to lay, lay
Lay
me) Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
Yeah, get your ones up, (put your guns up) it's on
Ladies know that when
Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say why did you do it with him today?
And sniff me out
Times in a room
Cause I spent 20 on my tires
30 to be icy
But me bein' fly that's priceless
And I gave 40 to my side chick
50 to the wifey
But me
easy on 'em
Marijuana meet my boss, get in line or give it time
But if you really want this shit to solidify baby you better
Drink, smoke up
they doin' it in California?
Wanna change the scene, lemme come and join ya
Stretched out at the Hotel California
Girl, I'm tryna meet, I'ma pull up
bitches, they my real niggas
It's like working four jobs not to kill niggas
My little niggas love to ride by and spill niggas
If y'all fell out over some
models and cribs
Way fresher than movies
Should of know it was fake
I could tell by the boobies
Treated life like a safe
Load it up and then blew me yeah,
to a prison tale
Fuck that, I quit while I'm ahead
Ship my music off like Amistad
Turn it up and hear the ghetto pledge
Live righteous, nigga, like my brother
tear-filled eyes up to the sky
As the flag flies, say goodbye
Tonight were gonna
Raise 'em up
So, you meet someone
The only one
You take her by the hand
Make
won't let up
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
All up on it, know you wanna clone it
Ain't like me, that chick too phony
Ride this beat, beat, beat
Yeah, yo
Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say, "why did you do it with him today?"
up
Man its dangerous gettin' money out in these streets
I was collectin' the other day got jumped by some Gs
That back alley, that back alley, that
strippin' and they show they breasts
And they all think Joe the best
Well it's on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
what if they're wrong but what if they're right
You know it's funny, much as I'm baffled by it all
If I ever really needed help, well you know who I'd
posted up at the bar, having a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where
Everyday I got some fly shit on
Keeping all black outfit on
I already bagged most the chicks
That you out here trying to get on
You just catching up
It's all cool when they meet Mr k-ID
Automatically head in the VIP
Turn it up beats blazing hot as hell
I got the dank put it in
The burner roll it
posted up at the bar, having a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where
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