Lyrics:
chasing down your prime-time
Food for thought, or rather mind wine
The Don Juan features the freak shit
My thesis on how we creep quick, fucking your
You're so fine, you blow my mind" (hey Iggy, hey Iggy)
Baddest white bitch in the game
I could make Future put down the drank
From trapping in Miami,
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
smoke dro
[Baby]
Whoa, whoa, aiight give it to him dogg
[Chorus: Jazze Pha] + (Baby)
I heard he snitchin on a playa man
(say it ain't so, say it ain't
When I switch the flow
A brand new bitch
She start to blow
Right on the dick
She wanna spit
Don't let it go
Ain't no exit
Traphouse and Hoes
When I
Mans what it does
Mans what it does
My nigga burgh got a bag
Trapping a month
Went to sushi with a Yaya
Chopping it once
Touch down in the city
Had
down in ya brown tee
My hundred throwback who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he make one (hell no they dont sike me)
I'm all about my cash ridin around wit
of the revolution shot down by a brand new gun
Shot down by a brand new gun
Shot down by a brand new gun
Shot down by a brand new gun
on man you know we got mad fuckin' blow
Up in the Motherfuckin' lab son
This nigga's off the hook man
Yo Chef talk to these niggaz man
[Raekwon]
We
proud they're "cuckoo," too
His music's rare you must declare
The boy is there with two hot lips
Heard him play the other night
And old man Oscar
and likes my energy (She does)
Met a shawty down the road she goes by beverly
Trynna catch all of the cruise and spend a quarter key (A quarter key)
I'm still
Yeah man, we good to throw down
Got my demo, man
To blow up in this rap game, man
Aw man, ain't that
DJ Superfly over there, man?
He work up
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
plus they say they won't blow it
All I hear "c'mon 'cause you know I'm good for it" (man)
[Chorus: x4]
Now don't get me wrong 'cause being rich is
Shots out da window
N’ we blowin Indo
Whatchu know about
Leavin bread for ya kin
Read my story on ya kindle,
Hear it on the intro
The man you
team
Young nigga
Y-Young nigga dream
Niggas talking tough, we calling you bluff
Took a call, got him hit, while I'm talking to Puff
Man down, man
loubs
bad bitch and she in a new coupe
i step out like a video shoot
i see my ex ima act brand new
I’m about to blow so i don’t need you
its time
yeah
It's a brand new me
So come put the world in the palm of my hand
Aw damn
I pull, I pull up in a Lotus
Cuz I'm about to blow this little popsicle
signs for the feeds
Cause these niggas really fake
Put em down by they graves
I be Checking what they wrote
Cause these niggas really broke
Playing
ever think that we're steppin' out of here,
You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,
Huh huh, you better think again, my friend
Because
The definition of heaven is written by you
The author is king
The dynasty Qin
It's like unifying china
It starts from within
I start with my pen
cnd finish
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled
the brand new 'lectric blue Bentley ridin' by
Hurt these clowns, anybody that want it
Let you borrow my crown, tell me why would you flaunt it?
Don't you
all
If you see me walkin' down the street
And I start to cry, walk on by
Walk on by, foolish pride
That's all that I have left so let me hide
All
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