Lyrics:
and at every fancy ball
And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze
away
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
boy, kill the pussy
I still pack a man like I'm AC-DC
This a caribbean connection
Wyclef should've won the election
Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they
ain't Lil Pump but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes
Yeah, I'm talkin'
a Gucci rag
Tied to my belt loop and my Louis bag
Full of stacks rubber bands round big cash
Got a sick swag tell the haters get mad, come on
We in the club
dirt
Behind that cash, get murked
I'm talkin' big shit, nigga, join my hit list, nigga
What's the matter? Check your bladder, I'm the shit, piss,
Gertrude's child was a private eye
She spied from the tree of the samurai
They kidnapped the coffeepot
And waited by a lonely sign
When
Crash!
Here
boys now
You can drape yourself in Cartier
Oh, yeah
Your account gets fatter day by day
So the tabloids say
You're jazzin' with the big
need is a gas and a lighter
And we'll have one hell of a time
I got a California king in my condo
Got a motherfuckin' big screen by the front door
his fears about fucking time its time he grew some balls and got in the ICON line Me And Liam are so sick of riding the big one all of the time why wont
Just a nail to hang my ball cap on
A front porch to watch the world go by
Give me a rooster crowing, coffee in the morning
And when it comes
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
n-ggas real soft what is that velvet
I get big chips, you get Alvins
Uh, I’ma bout to go walnuts,
we get seven digit money you can call us
Hit ‘em wit
room you go into
ivory on the elephant
must be hung
what a shock
topsy topples Edison
ac/dc back in black
and by design like Pendelton
state you
Tastes like midnight cigarettes at three am
Wedge the kick in the backseat
Might make it home by four
You know, they learned The Twist here
Out
to kill 'em
I used to have hood dreams, big fame, big chains
I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came
I went hard all fall like the ball
like a disco ball i spread love as well
Little nigga, big dreams
Can bear hug a whale into a lobster's tail
Ugh
Evacuate premises, rap's sinister
that ball to whine and moan
His buddies all laugh as they trot on in
Joe DiMaggio's done it again
Grandma's home by the radio
On the television watching
Now, Big Sean, he's going too fast
Is he gonna shout or curse out his mom?
There was a time I had the world by the balls, eating out my palm
Every
The automatic rhymes write by themselves
The utility belt-in on eBay for sale
My rhymes scope your scalp like
A medicated hair gel
I don't wan't pampers to squel
Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's
at the TD Garden
Dang Tatum why he do that
Stepback by James Harden
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
James Harden for the 3
Luka at the PG
Dog
my chain boy
Scream Cash Money and this is Lil Wayne boy
If you want talk you die quick in tha dark
We said we was gone ball till
We fall it ain't my
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
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