Lyrics:
that action, I like
When shit get intense, ayy
(Ayy, pew, pew)
'Bout that action, so you better comprehend
Ayy
Spendin’ money, I'm about to buy a Benz,
stretch marks
Stretch marks
Tonya got 'em
Sondra got 'em
Brook got 'em
James got 'em
Maine got 'em
Stretch marks
I'm talking 'bout stretch marks
If you
backed by bullies who be peelin' caps
I sack a rapper like linebacker, play my rhyme backwards
You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
Fuck you talking bout
Money what we talking bout
If that ain't what you talking bout
Then we ain't got nothing to talk about
Fuck you talking bout
Money
the club with our guns back to back
Chicago Bulls style, the manchild
Ain't nothing sweet on the street
Or if you hit the pen-AL you know my style
When
the billy, billy goat, the goat, the goat's here
Vintage Hermes by Jean Paul Gaultier
Lagerfeld customize my gold chair
I run the point, you bitches just go
to niggas, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggas look on, and get
lack, you ain't thorough
Half rapper, half drug kingpin
You're telling fairy tales, dunn
"King of New York" like you the motherfucking one?
But I'm
I don't need no brick I'm just VVs stunting
Ain't been talking no shit I just been getting money
Come through my old hood baby ain't nothing funny
with a bitch that be doing the most
As long as I know that we winning I ain't even gotta keep track of the score
They just like damn Dunn, you just keep
're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (masquerade!)
I'm on first so this ain't a rap verse it's more like a voodoo curse
So when you die
You wanna sco I’m on Dunn bih
She let me fuck her that lil’ dumb bitch
‘Cause I ain’t give that bitch nothin’
I shoulda won a trap grammy
I got
want all that, gonna eat all the smoke til we fat face
Gold Roger, got us sailing over deadly waters, you ain't even quarter to the grand line
We already
I hear you hoopin and hollering but you ain't talkin bout nuthin
Hear you hoopin and hollering but you ain't talkin bout nuthin
Hear you hoopin
Been sleeping cause im dreaming bout the forbes dawg
Ain't nothing outchea given gotta work for it
You might think its picture perfect bitch I work
stay on that piranha shit
(I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death)
(I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing)
(I never
a nigga momma die Yell out homicide 18 Months please that ain't facing time I'm stressed anyway need it for vacation time I'ma do the right thing though
that block that you chop and the rocks as usual
Watching for the cops that's moving through
Me and my soldiers know the rules
We use cakes to get by
took the Absolut it's gon'
Damn, a nigga can't drink nothing
Dude's out over there always brown nosing
Rest hatin' for ho's
Scheming for grapes, what you
others, you're winning
Flexing like gold medal gymnasts
Let's hike out in nature
Dunn's Waterfall, Jamaica or game-side by the Lakers
Love it when your
dem engine runnin'
Just-just-just make a duppy 'bout a week ago (week ago)
Don't you make di dancing fool you though (fool you though)
Shot di bwoy
'll hear me now
I'll take you to my paradise
Millz is just a rapper tryna change his ways
I was blinded by rage
Quiet moments got me thinking bout them older
Yo if you don't know now you bout to find out, this is bill dunn coming through a-bout to grind out another new song, cause you know i do no wrong,
play me"
My hoes never say nothing they just okay me
I keep the K right between em' like OKC
Please, the young boy has got the remedy down
If you ain't
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