Lyrics:
keep it on me
(Call me a Florida boy)
Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely
(Call me a Florida boy)
See I ain't really finna have remorse for ya
ain't on my level even if we in the same buildin' on the same floor
Oh boy, black out, dough boy, cash out, payroll
Contract maxed out, cash kid, cash
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
to police men
Chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white squad car
With binoculars watching you very far
(What's up motherfuckers)
(evil laughter)
Local Celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Black cards (black cards), gold cards (gold cards)
Duffel bag (duffel bag), made by Goyard
Can't get shit from Blank, bitch, he a shark, he ain't no
with the keys in my hand to the four by four
Jumped in my ride, checkin' that nobody saw
The club we went in, we got down boun-bounced to the rhythm
tape or CD
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
What you can do is
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
bein'
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's lonely
on your tape or CD
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin' like a candle
What you can do
I hear them talking they talk through the mud
Them lonely nights they aren't fun
Them lonely nights boy they aren't fun
This is Gods way of showing
Get it by my lonely
They know nothing 'bout me
They know my songs and everything but don't know my story
So many niggas gone before me,
Still, we
don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
First
girl posted waited for the right guy
And
Imma lonely boy running maybe my whole life
But I don't got time
I don't got time to waste
I don't got time for
on them, me, boy
Scared, jungle this, them haunts the war, but not them get this
Then they wonder why, so them count the penny
Party by must skill and pop
I write the book down line by line
I'm feeling good when I do it like this
So come on and turn it up because you can't resist
Because I'm back with
green, I don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
and no bees
Lost in a hall of doors and I threw away all my keys
This is the story of a lonely boy
Lost in the woods tryin not to cry
Walkin barefoot over
Bumpin' a system costin' 4 G's I stay on my P's for the po p's
Split the philly with my door keys
Scoop a female to the crib good get my boy to bring
you a seh?)
As a boy slip him should be found in di morgue (right away)
Yo, Borderline (Timeless)
Dead body find (crime live)
A w'appen to dem dude?
killing style
Everybody talk cause we home now
Look at here boy, you'd better gone now
It used to be black but it's chrome now
If it's cocked back then it's
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
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