Lyrics:
VW
Microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction, and headed
On toward the city dump. Well, we got there and there was a big sign
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
in the Windy City and forgot about a sweater?
Chicago Theater, big bright letters
Garrett's Popcorn make you feel a little bit better
Pitter patter
round-town
Thumbing through the bag big packs big ponds
These niggas envy they hate, but they soft
Had to cut her off, lil' bitch wasn't down
Walk in the club
can't trust
But as long as we're here now it's a vibe just ride on wit it babe
Pretty colors flashing lights big dreams
That's the city babe
Are you
here (whats up)
For all my niggas in the south (OK)
Making big dough (know what I'm talking bout)
Making big long dollars
All my niggas in H-Town
go big retarded
Bitch stupid you farted
Don't even get me started
Ap watch that's a bust down (Yeah)
Vvss chains that's a bust down
Going on top for
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
[Chorus]
Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
off that HuslTree so you know that I'm soarin'
Ridin' round the town like I don't know where I'm goin', uh
I got a chain & it's golden
Got a bad bitch
(saxophone)
Well,
This is the story of a man who lived in utopia
This is the story of a man who lived in utopia
He was a funny little fella with feet just like
again!
Oh here comes greggery peccary.
Yes it's cravv, cravy, veah...
Every morning, greggery drives
His little red volkswagen to the ugly
Part of town
spaghetti jewels, machetes for y'all
Little Debbie say "I bet he do"
Big bellies to big tellies, Jim Kelly's, we flip Shelly's
It's Lils, dusted out
In my little town
Cause, there's big drama in my little town
Where the rumors go on round and round
Got the sniffles at noon, you're dead by 9
You
Ay, I'm a baller, baby, he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me,
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
for they riches
Now motivated by the dough, fame, and a go-getter
Dreams of signing with a label eyes on big business
Performs at some shows
Till one
up by desire
Yeah, I'm young and I'm bougie
I'm living lavish what's that say about me
You know it sounds scary
Little town girl in the big city
no little stock on the shelf
Do unto you breda like you do to yu self
Good healthy body value more than wealth
So big up all the massive in Kingston
it)
Yeah, float 'round the town with a sack (woo, ha, ayy)
You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that shit back
Hey, I pull up and finger her cat
told me I could buy two tickets
I guess big brother was thinkin' a little different
And kept little brother at bay, at a distance
But everything that
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