Lyrics:
crankin' on the radio,
(Yeah)
You know I'll be your girlfriend yo,
Gettin' in the flow,
A little j.lo,
Check out the scenes,
See where we're gonna go.
the hood in L.A., they sayin', "50 you hot"
They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York, homies tell you I'm loco
myself, cause I done seen too many holla
Yo, people envy you when you up at the top like Mufasa
Let go, hellcat, skip, skip my, uh, my, uh
Hit the strip
Poppin' my collar cos my Tee &
Sneakers match, match / Its just the way it is, when I
roll its like that / find me by the bar yo, looking for
a night cap /
when is you gonna holla at yo boy man? I told you
niggaz what the truth was
[Juice]
I visualize a time when we can stop hustlin
A dozen cops while we
the truth…
[Verse 1]
We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy,
Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised,
I'm that hard. Life starts from a bad
(Don't say no names) ... wanna holla!
I want 2 billion dollars
Not no million, you dick rider!
I got two 24,80's dawg
They filled up!
With shit that'll
Yo ayo, she look me in my
Eyes when she suckin' it
Told her I would never trust another bitch
Gave her all the hunnids in the money clip
By my side,
Tilbake der vi starta mutherfucker
Tilbake der vi starta
Yeah yeah yeah
Dopflow dopflow
Ekke rart faren min var en narkoman og en dopdealer yo
it you could–
How I'm stuck up in a bayou
Homie I done passed right by you
Heard what you worth I could buy you
Why you gotta lie too
Tell em that you
South side nigga man I'm known in every postcode
How I get my girls mixed up? I don't know bro
Calling bitches by their own name like a mobo
Melanin
Go, go, go, go go, go, go, shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning
I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know
Girl you
Holla, I prea dem a prea cau' dem know who we are
I true them can't test, dem na step to we bar
Could them I see mi flex in a brand new Ferrar'
Dem
-=talking=-
No linen, just thugged out in denim ugh
Nigga
Yo, nigga
[Hollow Tip]
I gotta get my money on everyday of the week
Ridin' super clean
ain't sequel the playa moves on me makin' pay
Sayin' what I want to man, cause I'm backed up by a crew
Down wid me to clown wid me, what Flizy got work
I told you nigga, she comin through
(Yo, what's up,what you talkin about?)
She gonna do all of us, I mean one by one
(I mean look, everybody?)
Now
on 'em
and tint our windows
I can take care of the head man in town
You gotta the play yo cards right, right, oh yeah
Verse 1:
I'm just laid back
E dey make me holla your way oh
You dey killing me yo yoyo oh baby
I ready to spend all my money
I get am for Dollars get am for Pounds
Baby give me
Look, right now I have four hundred and fifty-nine unread messages
If I don't hit you back, be patient (let's get it)
They was sleepin', yo, but they
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
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