Lyrics:
to Johnny, and got me a kit, love the way this bitch, hit now my ice in a freezy
Flew to Miami, but come from the trenches, they see the cash money, but bitch,
Look look listen
I'm from a jungle with a forest of affiliations
Next generation fascinated by that life we shapin'
It's hard to make it out this
a dream life
Natural born hustler, nigga, stuntin' is my strong suit
Flexin' with a hunnid cash, look at what these songs do
Gangster and a baller,
And cop my album please
We got the ganja surrounding good vibes in every place
I'm on a level unclouded by negativity
Nothing to say
Trees from the golden
my tongue from my cheek
The vibe of my life goes from peak to peak
And when I think of the guys that can't Rap
Mumblin into a microphone to get cash
Drug lord they're calling me a drug lord
(Brooklyn, Flatbush) drug lord
(2007) look
(ShakeDown)
Cash, cash, I gets hella cash
Shawty don't judge me,
like
Put the mic down nigga
Aye
Another album in the mix
I'm bout to have them looking sick
Established underground rapper
Still will go platinum in this
life, I don't play by the rules
My boy a pro, yea he keeping the tool
We been outside, but you ain't come thru
What you say, you never do
Turn up
not anymore
My life written down on a scroll
I done a few things until now they untold
Ain't shit you could gimme
Cash make these hoes do the shimmy
I
the All-American Villain (Ha)
If life’s a game then I’m winnin’
Infinite money cheat code feelin’
When I catch heat never go to prison
Let the cash speak so I’m
and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit the streets with
A on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit
like Johnny Manziel
Play my album that's my life Star Spangled Banner
Even when you try explaining they don't understand you
Put my life into this music
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
there were reviews in
Billboard and Cash Box
But they were by professional critics
And they rarely reflect
The opinions of the public the critics were
fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
It's our passion... what!?
[Run]
Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no more
Call it Simmons
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
kid needs a story to go to sleep
It's just a Johnny Cash album on the record player playing old songs for you and me
Take a polaroid picture then put it
shine, but im no Johnny Deng
When I get that check , I'll put on a team
Counting cheddar I moving up on to finer thing
Gucci sweaters , some prada shoes
ceased
That's that West Coast country boy from them Bay Area streets
That's my hitman, Sleegram, and Killer Keese
Kool Nut, Johnny Cash, Pac, y'all please
When I was in that jungle we was toting all sticks
You talking beef I'm getting cars flipped
Have a nigga screaming out ooh awe shit
The album coming
lad
Nobody thought he make it up outta the hood, before the gun blast (Gun blast)
'Cause Johnny wanted to be a thug
Runnin' from cops out
thieving
Took a loan for your soul
Thing I believe in
By the time you were done
All you did you semen
Welcome to the cudi sensation
I made an album
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