Lyrics:
Bonnie and Clyde
But we still get money like old times
Ima
Put it in drive
Before I lose you ima lose my mind
So hold me down
Don't hold me back
Got your
back ya Deuce is back with a black hat
Cape and a black cat baby I'm the new Batman
You know only sarah can grab that
I don't need no groupies trying
hangin' off his dusty old rearview
It's safe to say he's found amazin' grace a time or two
If there's numbers on the back, '92 to 2012
Bet there's
cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out
a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)
Set up cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in
oh oh
The party people he said oh oh
Uh uh uh, oh oh check it check it
Driftin' on a memory brought forth
From a fifth of Hennesey as in times
to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
Let me
See it
Good
Googlly
Mooglly
That
Ass
Is juicy
Hit her
From the back
Bop Bop
Pop Pop
Pulling
Twisting
On me
I control her
She bent
Over
Arch
Yeah it's time to learn to use it
I just want my old self back
I just want my old self back
According to the rules I should love without condition
But
and daring you to clap back
You pussycats
we should have a cat flap
Don't call this grime
I'm too old son
Nothing grimy about me
I'm much too wholesome
or first class seats
'Cause money ain't shit at the end of the day
It don't love back, no it ain't a fair trade
Can't buy back time, you let it get away
at the worst of times
The best in the west that they left alive
When I’m gone, pour my ashes on Reagan’s grave
Steal the shit I’ve been paying in layaway
Put
the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
[Chorus]
around
I can?t believe I?m standing here, you used to call me proud
Well, believe me, I?ll be gone by the time you get back from work
I just left
a good time by snappin your necks, come on
[Chorus 2: Ghostface Killah (Rare Earth sample)]
(I just want to celebrate) Like my baby's first steps you
me now I gotta move on
You've gone
Now I'm taken back by all the times that I've done you wrong
I'm dealing with my pain I'm reacting in the other ways
of antiques and curios.
Hey It's Been A Long Time
Hey it's been a long time, it's good to see you again
Hey it's been a long time, it's good to see you again.
MONEY MAKE THE WORLD SPIN, N#### BE THE PAWNS THERE WAS A TIMES WE WERE KINGS BUT THEM DAYS LONG GONE
S#### GOT MACKED BY THEY MASTERS BUT NOW THEY
they status on the streets
License plates that say they, motto
This is Chicago in the heyday
Similar to Good Times, I guess that I was JJ
A skinny
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids
wasn't cut out for many things
But I've always been pretty good at throwing things
Throwing a touchdown on Friday night, Throwing back a can of cold Bud
like you
Good look champion, win the title
True, many man try invite you
Shot down lyric each time they cyph you
Jewel, what man you get all insides you
And go tell them too much information they rats
Baby bottle, but no Rugrat
Niggas is old hundreds, call them Thunder Cats
Young nigga be dabbin',
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