Lyrics:
twenty three inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good
East coast, West coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood,
like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, a champion
What up Nicki? it's nasty yeah yeah yeah
I saw my first two million
fingas up
We hollerin SQAD UP nigga! SQAAAD UP!
You got a problem - tell 'em meat me by mine
You know the heat be by my nuts nigga
Man we can knuckle up
on the rocks=20
'cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props
You know?
How long can you freak the funk? (2x)
I separate the good stuff from the junk
How long
5
20 minutes in they dump I'm gonna let these slide
We're the best
Look at what we drive got picnic tables on my lap getting high
In the back
Cancun
20 bitches runnin' 'round nude
I fuck her bottom we fuckin' them by the two
I got water drippin' out my jewels
If it ain't Actavis nigga it
don't)
But I, I'm feelin' good about myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
I think the time has come
For me to have some fun
I'm 'bout to peel back
don't)
But I, I'm feelin' good about myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
I think the time has come
For me to have some fun
I'm 'bout to peel back
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
I shoot my target and kill it, I don't fuck with the grazing
These buggers, yeah they gon' send them back up to God
They gon' raise them up
Like I
he get he showin' off his new dance moves (ha!)
Good to see my nigga home gettin' back to a bag (Shmoney)
If her show is called "The Red Table"
by accident
Couple niggas dropped on Twitter say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter they say us laxative
Shitted on 'em Nicky voice, did
schedule
Reputation live by it or die trying
I’m looking for the riches u looking to get signed
Alpine
20 inches beat your back
Bench pine
What u Ridin so
mesmerized by the money that keep pilin'
She got a ugly face imma' have to doggy style her
Bitch I'm good in any hood yea I'm valid
Neighborhood superstar
told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
So I
you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home
twenty-two without a clue on how to take a stand
Against this system when it's just us, wanna show him justice
But last year I was just in cuffs
What
to 'cause I got to, put the squad on your back did the impossible
It's only logical I spit from the heart, brown paper bag who else for Joe 2 guard that
I spent my life making bad luck in the good time
Thinking back where I was, taking the good things with the bad!
For all i've lost, seen this far.
kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm
them hoes, I got room in the back
Fit four if your small, fit two if your fat
It's not a thing we can't afford
Walk up in the club
Bitches want
all over seven times
I's bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces
My water moccasins and rattlesnakes on two river bottoms
I chopped
my God aint a joke
He never breakin His covenant I got some angels around me they watchin my back
I been covered by the blood so i'll never be trippin
(everybody hand should be up at this point)
Get Laid (we going back to the dance floor, you ready? 1, 2, 3, 4)
[Chorus w/ (I-20 ad-libing)]
Yeah, the sounds
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