Lyrics:
and they all filled with cash
Had a little doubt had to clean the little gas
I was in one oak for the dream not pretty
Now I'm looking back almost teflon
Im tryinna live the american dream
Big ol house by the lake
Dont give a fuck what a hoe boy think
Imma have money up in my bank
Im tryinna live
the kids say fuck it
Champagne dreams fueled by a beer budget
Forgive me Mister Mister if
I'm veering off-topic
If they're outta pocket
Get the weapon
Ayo I'm chillin like a villain in the back of my home. Writing lyrics- jamming out to Nat King Cole Now Natalie could rattle me like a snake, but
and local press
The dream of all the bowlie boys that hang around here
And I'm no different from the rest
I'm not too proud to say that I'm okay with
The Heights or Oak Park? They always ask about it
I'm a product of both, nigga, and I'ma smash about it
I always wanted this money, I still dream about it
Sold
We was faded, faded, you got one thing on your mind
You wanna love me, love me, ooh, only for tonight
Maybe, maybe
When I put you on that hood shit,
so now I feel the breeze just like I cleaned my pores
My heart was sore became a loser
Let's get into it
K
Use to getting by
Now look at me potential
to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her
to be.
And that was the beginning of my own true love and me
Chorus:
And it`s home,boys,home
Home I`d like to be home for a while
In me me own
Aye, aye look, look
Catch me by 10 months i'm walking
In this bitch with a million
Bout 10 cuban links
Its gone be hard for you to blink
Cuz imma be
little city girl
I'll follow you all around this big world
You can have your skylines and big dreams
As long as you take me
Back to the backwoods, boy
Back
brought me to many places, one would only dream to see
Flowing through mediums while riding ingenious weapons
A fortunate fools tale of numerous scares
circles, you can take it from me
His shadow begs for mercy that every lost and found
In city after city, town after town
Tortured by the memory
it's too much traffic right by Mays (By Mays)
Reeling in that bag, get the money different ways
He keep asking how I earned my stain, boy get out my face
hit me
Just taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now, hit me
Yeah!
Just hit me
Just start
down, put me on ice
'Cause I'm a really good girl
You a very bad guy
We're a little match made in
Heaven if I say so, yay-o
Come over here, boy
Ima get money by any means
I was just broke now I'm living dreams
I was used to the L's not the winning team
If a nigga want smoke then i clear
started to drink
School became boring and doing my homework became rollin' joints
Now I'm sixteen like my mama was when she had a little boy
Can't
God why you want to play with me
Can't you see I'm tumbling down
And like your favorite toy
Boy I'm tired of being thrown around
You lead me
a bih cause them seats inside
Wit them chrome things on the side
Til they put me on some blocks while I'm sleep inside
I was filled with pride, all
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
(Hit-boy)
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
Natural born hustler, nigga, stuntin' is my strong suit
Flexin' with a hunnid cash, look
too deep (swim)
I been runnin' with some gremlins yellin' KTB
Glee
I fuck with CMG, them boys like family to me
When I'm in Tennessee I ain't even
filling me with energy
You are the wind
A-RA-SHI, A-RA-SHI, my dream
激しい嵐 凄まじい騒ぎ
駆け抜ければ 瞬く灯り (yeah)
天を飛び交う five clouds gonna fly away
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