Lyrics:
sing, "Errrick Serrrmon"
That's me, got me in free
Looked around the club, man no half-steppin
Walked straight up, to the V.I.P. section
Sat by the wall,
and tuck
Gt da digital dash bouta paint my v dub
Damn what you do put the duces on it
Pull up with the crew its a kodak moment
Onli here for one night she
girls? I got 'em on the side
When it comes to this rap thing, man, I'm on fiya
When I walk up in the club, I'm lookin' so fly
I got 26's homie, sittin'
riding with me when you blow up her phone
All the time trying to spend the night
I be hitting it raw, she be eating my kids
Then come home and she kiss you
of hittin' model broads, I can't control it
I can't go up in these hoes if I ain't protected
You pillow talkin' to these hoes and that shit ain't respected
Lincoln’s in my penny loafers,
Had to put my two cents in
Rolling up sitting quiet know I’m up to somethin
Five percent window tint like I’m up to somethin
and roll some weed up
You'll roll 3 blunts and fuck up 3 blunts
Mothafucka you would fuck up a free lunch
Dawg, keep it right thurr like Chingy
Your girl
V12 rolling
Got some honeys up in it
Say your pussy golden
But I only fuck with platinum chicks
Only talk platinum shit
Only swallow platinum
faces
By the way this Clayton and my mind sick
It spreads contagious let's remind them
My private school's patrons of rhymin' fools and viable troops
to five
To the promised land
Afterlife be damned
No man's land through the smoke lines
I'm tryna blow like a landmine
Dollar sign with no faces
She's always
George Bush did
Lv gators on, 20 G footprints
Top 5, I could give a nod and the shot fly
I was in the drop top when I dropped by
You know it was a 2014
playing games girl cause I don't condone 'em
If you want some work don't come before like it's a zoner
Fifteen inches but my rims they some grown-ups
could pop up in the six
Helicopter rides I can sit it on the club
Sound of the propeller had my young bitch busting nuts, huh
Niggas wanna crack jokes
and the endo sack, make me slack?
Cock tailed or V'd up, gettin' swiss cheesed up
Please don't blow my high
(blow my high)
When I'm sippin' that purple
one stone
It's crazy to me how easy killing birds is
Emotional support music
What the people want to hear
Supplemented by not feeling worthless
Sounds
pretty good some play so bad it hurts
We pick up their golf balls that fly over the fence
We shine 'em up a little bit and sell 'em back for fifty cents
you Make It To See 21
[50 Cent:]
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give
the tuck
Think the Xanax and the Endo Sack, make me slack?
Cocktailed or v'd up, gettin Swiss cheesed up
Please don't blow my high
Don't blow my high
When
Bugatti
Ho' hold up, double M back in this bitch
Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip
Diamonds look like niggas snappin' a flick
Ballin' I blow fifty
a burnin' case I'm shakin' niggas up, no earthquake Mad spittin' like a kid with no birthday Huh?
It's funny how money get blow How we ain't got money
father gun call it papi
My gun blow out crazed wave patterns to keep your hair nappy
To the death thinker, M.O.P. bell ringer
How about some hardcore
we let that clap
I know you love looking up at me
Sorry sir but your daughters out back
By the tone we won't hear it ring
Send your boys they won't
tryna get blow
Nigga, fuck the club, I hit a lot and let a bitch know
Four hoes ain't enough, tell em get six mo'
Strap it up, let a bitch ride it like
ready
Play your cards, be your own damn king
Addicted to hustle, i be on my high till it's dawn
Or Wake up so early that by time I say my prayers
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