Lyrics:
what's on my schedule
Dough all day so, I guess I'll call it my breadule
Multi-grain, sough dough, white, rye, whole wheat
Long as I'm breaking bread with
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
Uh, there
Turn my mic on so I can hear me a lil' bit
Nonstop on life, gon' survive
It's in our plan to survive
Sunlight and love in the sunshine
a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
round my neck cause these niggas forgot I'm the biggest spender
I'll go put a diamond on every finger thats a ring for everytime a album come out
money by the sewer
Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super
Life, right, almost white
She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
She said don't stop, I said
now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
Up and coming I just got a dollar and a dream
I ain't scared to grind I'm finna eat by any means
Before they strip my life away, I'm finna make it
lame, money can't change you
I'm a bigger artist, and I don't care if we on the same label
I'll put a baby and a plan B in the same cradle (grr, baow)
a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411
to your roots start loving who you be living for
These people might be gone
You’ll never know what’s wrong
You should know by now nobody is on this earth
the man, but it's gon' take some time to prove it
You'll fall in love, but she's gon' break your heart and put you through it
Fuck falling for that
like Sammy Gravano
It's easy, child barely an Italiano
But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel
[Chorus]
No honey can set
the way to live and behave and coexist[01:45.07]But most forget the "co" part[01:46.92]I sit back and listen to first albums like So Hard by Lil
Just like this album on the way he got a date
Blood in the street it look like Bombay
I'll squeeze this motherfucker til my palm ache
And, none of my
one day
You might be gone the next parade
Trampled by the cavalcade
All the parties truly lame
When you're not there to celebrate
You'll freestyle
got cameras where I stay
Baby watch out for the safe
Ain't no laughing by the gate
Sliding in traffic
I got automatics (aye)
All of the baddies
Want
only me
Can't tell bout yourself ion have the right to
The golden dream
Just venting to the mic
Sometimes I feel that's my therapist
Pain could've been
stadium clappin
Dae ain't been droppin, lil bro has been slackin'
I've just been grinding and makin' it happen
But Dae's makin' bands so ya'll better stop
Aye
Aye
Aye
Bitch
Aye
Bitch, aye
Aye lil boy want ice cream
Aye I say yo gimme that Spongebob one
Gimme that yellow one
Man I want that ice cream
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