Lyrics:
Light work
Forces blue jeans and a white shirt
Well it might be, Though it's likely
That I'll be in forces and a white tee
Yeah you've got great
And I gotta get this package off
Uncle gotta buy the piece
Can’t nobody do it better, Louis V sweater
Prada by the jeans
Got two thousand and we made it
Dread Woo, nigga, fuck nigga
Fuck is wrong with niggas? Niggas don't really be on shit
(Beat by Yamaica productions, baby)
Niggas gonna be fuckin'
[Jay-Z]
(No one on the corner) gotta bop like this,
Can't wear skinny jeans 'cause my knots don't fit
(No one on the corner) gotta pocket like this
So I
up green (Green)
Hunnid' on me, bands on me, racks on teeth
Hunnids on me, diamonds on me, racks on V-V-S (Vs)
Giela on my step (Step)
Think by now,
mentionin' me, now his .5 picture on a tee
Neck is icy, but I still somehow gave that boy first degree
Got a compact in the car, 'cause I can't take it in
slash coke
A$AP we the last hope, fuck it this my fast flow
I slow it down I pick it up, blue jeans I rip 'em up
That's swag bitch, you mad bitch, see
Geek to the sunrise
She a bop
Pass her to my guys
See a opp wet him now he baptized
Solo dolo can't be caught in no ties
I'm the star
impalas
With these cuban links on collars (ay)
You bring your bitch around the gang
I bring the bop out her
You could bet your life and by the
Dollar I get
& turn into an assassin
Ya wanna sleep so don't hop on the wagon
Gang finna eat tell em boys keep nappin
Wanna talk hot get pop what happened
2 shots
BOP
the saint
Can't cut through the back
Better run through the paint
The denim, the sp5der, the tech
On my body
Ball from sun up to sun down
I feel like I'm
five and six
Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or six-ed
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six
Blue jeans, faded leather
I.. was tryin', ta keep it together
So I kept right on walkin' by
But you just wouldn't take your eyes off o' me
Ya know just
Light life yea
Like how that sound
Hard times yea
Better days still
Around
Got the plain white tee
Wit my rip blue jeans
On my way to get our piece
to the blues but yall don't never get the hint
Y'all don't never get the hint
Supreme
Freaky bitch tryna suck me out da jeans
N I'm blowing on strong it's
Stone cold killer rockin' Gucci
New Jack City servin' Pooky (what?)
Ridin' in a Vert' with a Uzi (skrrt)
Four, five, six, nigga, double up (hold on)
my city go geng geng geng geng
5 in the morning
Robbing your home
You never woulda known by tomorrow we repeating the same goddamn thing
Spitting
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar
Creek squad some people keep it gangsta, I
Just keep it country, oh Lord
Every single thing I got was got by me
I
lips,
thighs hips everything five and six
Height five six, jeans five six,
benz green five and six keep me five or sixed
We know dice hit want cream fold,
Yeah aye this shit something else Nigga
I see how niggas wanna act haha bop bleed em
Look look I know I can put that dick up on yo bitch but I don't
when I send for ya,
Bring friends wontcha?
I'm from the 80's NYC 5 percent of culture,
Breeze through with that old school blue malaroma,
Wrist
banger bop
With drip imma not stop and drop
I'm not going to let this one flop
White jeans, black shirt
White shoes, black belt
Nike joggers, got that
in front of me his money just frontin'
You know the routine in movin' a few things
Rollin on two benz in them new blue jeans
Japanese Denim money
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
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