Lyrics:
chillin' and the baby cries
Hearts get shot by cupid's arrow
The road to heaven is straight and narrow
Long as there's sawdust on that old dancefloor
bed warm with a cutthroat n****
Have the card parties where the stakes was high
Go shopping, hit the club, and then start come by
I never had a day
(ayy)
I'm clean in this bitch (okay)
Now I'm finna shoulder lean in this bitch (ayy, ayy)
Nigga buck, Carbon 15 in this bitch (okay)
This Grand Hustle
[Chorus]
Stand up
If you don't like what I'm saying then buck
Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker
Stand up
If you didn't notice
of your car
Its the cities known rap spitta
Semi blown clack niggas
Skin and bones but really known as that nigga
I'm known to chase the bucks
Grind to get
guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this
Wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops and to this day
Them
to the muthafuckin mailbox
Large check that I just got
Nigga might spazz out by the block
Ride by every bitch is passin out
They faint at the sight of my paint
I
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
street and quick buck and true lies
Smile's as sad as those dusky blue skies
A silver plate of pearls my golden child
It's all yours at least for
have a gun
Or get done by the worst
Of our trumps for fun pump pump!
Flex, flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Oh duck,
[GENUINE DRAFT a.k.a DOMINO]
Genuine Draft with the Gat
Can you see the Slob slippin' as I aim for the heart by connect with the level
That I'ma
I don't change the chords anymore
The chords change by themselves
The time luxury affords any bore
Turns towards all the whistles and the bells
Flying round in circles
Bashing in her exoskull
And out in the woods she navigates fine by the moon
But get her around a light bulb and she's doomed
when I buck you bitch, I do it smooth
That's what the Devil's Daughter do, now Fly
What would you do?
Clizick with the real Triple 6 niggas for yuro
my brothers
And be conscious my sisters
And by your worst, you will get paid
True, you can move food on the street
Did a bitta that, got bored of that
You're taking two to your head, I'm coming fed
(Is he dead?) Yeah, he dead
"It had to be a murder"
"Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature"
"It had
Night drinking on a Wednesday
Work by four on Thursday
Fucking up livers can't stand straight shit look like motion pictures
Oh boy
Shit that I do
donuts, pulling up (TTB)
Sixteen, grand theft auto, chopshop for some bucks
She a lady, treat her like it, then get broken by a slut (bitch)
People push
four of us
Dropped ""4 the Sport"", got picked up by the Warriors
Still haven't missed, might have Steph, have him benched
3's a cinch, need a 6 like EDM
Did a drive-by, no planning, uh
She suck my dick and she
There's some demons in my cup
I tell Kudz lets run it up
Yeah, bitch, I don't give two fucks
I am a devil I am a demon
I will not stop until this world is bleeding
Load up hit them with a buck shot
Yeah I love the violence and you know I
a blue T
Y'all know who I be
Dub Sizzleen, eyes full of Visine
Leanin' in a 745-LI Beam'
Big bucks and big trucks, buzzed and faded
You and that toothpick
revolvers I can let twelve spin
Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit
Buck-sixty, who wit' me? My to well
Twisted blunts and inner conscience
Telling me that I
Yeah, it's ya boy...I'm back Byrd Gang
Another rap extravagance classic for you niggaz
[Chorus: Max B]
WE TRYNA GET PAAAID, CAN I GET SOME BUCKS
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