Lyrics:
dough split and come the hell up off it
This is how I feed my family, so I'm not gonna forfeit
And if that doesn't get it, I'm gonna go for your wallet
on just by her looks alone
She's so much more, so much more than meets the eye
She's an angel on loan from up above
And when I come home and the day is
you're not like all the rest,
So when you come to pick me up come right to my door
Don't stay in your car and beep beep the horn
Baby I'm
7-11 got the best food in the country
Blunts be serious when stuffed with funk
From the depths of Mizzou, niggas have no clue what to do
Caught up
the Hearst leave you in the desert
[Young Chris]
Breeze through in a 7
45 45's need two in possession
Got the Mack 11 two intertechers
So ain't no tellin what
bitches by the three them hoes, they come like Groupon
Say you want some smoke, with Don, nigga, come and do some
I got a blasian bitch, yeah, that hoe name
pull up if you wan involve
where you dey go by 11
the dj dey scatter the venue
Orobo lepa Dey for the menu
we here till the morning no curfew
a facelift
Dolphin with the sonar
I relate glitched
Got my heart breaking down
1
3
7
11
13
15
(No 15)
17
19
(Nah you fucked up)
23
Bubbling
(Damnit)
Up
First 48
Yeah
cnh
1) When it comes to getting money they don't numer or denominate
Cut the check in half one over two at a constant rate
Multiply
Everybody rap the same
Everybody sound the same
Everybody rap the same
I got 7 million Bentleys, two thousand Range Rovers
8 Jaguars designed up, 600 million
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
One by one and two by two
I have ammo what about you
Grandma told
duck I don't shoot I got 9 11s
You can tell by my hood k'dala ngi isosha
Ngi vul'incqondo when I'm done you gon need closure
From the home of a young
unfold,
Then we'll rob a 7-11 and hit the road.
I can be quiet or I can be loud,
Anything to make my daddy proud.
We'll take hostages make
my niggas is an honor
Recordin' life, not lyrics
I was visited by spirits, your shit isn't authentic
Genuine article, like 9/11 with the fog lights
the money
Come then they try and run up on ya (Why they do that, why they do that?)
Tax man coming through trying to take everything you owe em
(But I blew
that you have to deal
With the cards including jokers
Life don't come with hocus pocus
That shit will pass you by
My nigga life's a locomotive
Crazy
nigga Big Frank
1-7-0 Joe
Notorious One, yeah
Uncle Dan got my back
Charlie Rock L.D., up in Auburn, doin your time
Swear to God when
I know you are in town lady come over
Maybe you could stay for another night
Say you wanna leave but I need you by my side
Maybe we can go for
sure them other girls were nice enough
But you need someone to spice it up
So who you gonna call? Cardi, Cardi
Come and rev it up like Harley, Harley
So
Playin music outside loud in your jeep
But you should know, unless you're slow
There comes an end to the sidewalk show
And up the river's where you'll go
Yeah we wake up faded
24/7 shaded
I don’t got no time for these hoes unless they pull up ready
This shit been changing
Free Poro my big bro he been
the kids alone
All my powerful women
Y'all deserve a throne
Keep your head up and stay strong
All my powerful women
No matter what
Never give up
I
hoops
But now I make hits every single day
With that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot
It's 1-8-7
Well I put two and two together, and added twelve and carried five; come up with twenty-two thousand telephone poles an hour.
I looked at Earl and his
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