Lyrics:
how much you want
How much can you flaunt (Tell em' bitch)
One scoop or two (Yeah)
Sweet, sweet love
When your rolling down the street (Errr!)
how much you want
How much can you flaunt (Tell em' bitch)
One scoop or two (Yeah)
Sweet, sweet love
When your rolling down the street (Errr!)
knows the answer
We will find another one every time
Time will be different every time
After Me
I am your happiness
Do not deny it
I see into your eyes
And after that pass the body
Chuckwick Bill don't have the 5th ward John Gotti
You make me mad you're taking a fall
Tell your kids about my god damn
Life is what you make it nigga
Get up off your ass and get some
Always hollering about you want something nigga
Verse 1: Young Noble
Yo, I
F-R-E-E fake friends free
Diamonds on me yea I can't look cheap
Forget yo man know he cheat but if you slide and be with me
I'll put you fresh and there
to celebrate
I remembered nothing but girls alcohol weed
So after that the talented guy had to be quit
F**k off the ball I don't give a shit
F**k off the ball I
tunes)
I'm here for you, don't sweat it
(She's got an attitude against her man)
How your man be treatin you?
(She needs me to get her in the mood)
I know
me a rubber duck
Or a fornicat-er touch
A-B-C-E-F
A-B-C-E-F
A-B-C-E-F
A-B-C-E-F
A-B-C-E-F
A-B-C-E-F
Hear my mating call
Even if you're deaf
I got
That can go to the projects (School Street, Home of the Brave)
By his f-in' self and be good (good)
Yeah, ask n- on my projects (yo, Y.O.)
When
the store
Then I pull on yo crib
Then I fuck on your whore
Leave after I make her sore
I only fuck with bad bitches
I'm finished with the wack bitches
to call his boo
Who be at home, taking care of his one year old
He says, situation's thick, there's niggas after me
It ain't no stopping them, until
numbers, like mathematicians, Oh yeah, our stats high
Don't f**k with you ni***s, I stay to myself
Don't worry about bi***es, they after my wealth
I stayed
out
But if these f**k n****s ever try me I’ma air it out
You loose your life if you play bout this s**t these n****s be flexing got money to get
I
You know i never did understand why they
Always told me to smile s
It ain't too much s I gave a smile for
Real talk yo still a ahole by nature
Peep
a light it's like it was meant to be
But it came with dark had to let and be free
It's like friend after friend that betrayed me yo
I'm the one with
, gimme the money
Rich bitch be swimmin' in money
I need Jet Ski's in mind, can't tease a dime
Lookin' in the mirror, feeling pleased with the shine
Lady
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the s*** I took from people
I reap all your fat s***, jack
Back
final thoughts
As I re-cock with more lines than a brochure
Stocked, ready to rock the elements of hip-hop
Do Gotti plots over instrumentals
Hit your
shouts, I'mma need a Jordan ring
Fuck you mean this is really mean
Gotti after life
Future looking bright, bitches crack tongue on the pipe
I don't
fuck wit' hoes drinkin' codeine straight
After I fuck
They be stuck wit' the dope fiend face
Off the dog food my whole team ate
I hustle, got it from
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
up with the crew
And we gon' f*** all your friends
(Yo)
F*ck a luh bih
(Yep)
I mean fuck that lil bitch yo'
Ima spazz on this bih
Yeah
Im gon' spazz
.E.S.T.
What I dream about is comin' around to me
And if it's beautiful it must be free
The saying goes for the Earth in our dreams
M.A.N.I.F.E.S.T.
What I dream
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