Lyrics:
wear horse hair
Say that you all on my level but I am above you by at at least four stairs
I am like atlas look at my back boy I'm holding the world
love from me
I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me
[Hook x2]
[Outro]
We in this baby boy swervin'
E-40 in the mob scene
bill, he still believes
He's hanging by a slender thread of faith
He's sheltered from the bitter wind, the fickle winds of fate
Far above the greedy
on the charts with B$E couldn't do this by myself
I changed my life with the records I did
I change my struggle with numbers I did
Felt like a snake to the DMs I
you want boy
Oh baby I put you on
So come and get a taste of this, come and get a taste of this
Come and get a taste of this, ice cream, ice cream
It
Songz
I'll wait
Hypnotized by you but I know you used to bad boys
Over St. Pete, save the time or the tabloids
Looking for a purpose, give you what you
get you by
I rather work the block daytime cause you still gone die
Cash rule everything around me cream get that money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash
you do
See you came in and changed the game
'Cause boy I never felt this way
'Cause niggas never got as close as you
And I think that you know it,
improvised with 20 bucks my mind turned rich 'fore 21
Now I'm waiting to pay these bill's like Gates left by his wife
I can even bang my own chest, I'm Kong my
nothin', she was too cold
But boy, oh boy, oh boy how she could yodel
Next night on thr trail I heard a big wail
She changed her mind, felt sorry
Her
by the streets I don't know about you
I don't know abboout you,
Trynna hit a lick cuz I got too,
Ain't shit changed but the money made
I was raised by
Don't stop even for the right thing
Doesn't matter what I say?
My whole world was by that river
Flowin' north to meet the sea each day
I don't
ya man to chill.
Girl work them heels. Lemme see ya do what ya feel.
Let me see work for these bills.
Baby I'm sick with it, mami I'm I'll ill.
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
to their pigtail
I love you, I wanna big chill
Boy, don't trip, I'll split a big bill
Take you 'round the world, they don't have to understand
Rub it in
know that my baby can stop by for the same damn guy cause
You be showing up too late for the boy
And there's too much on my plate for the boy
So baby
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
boy I be swishing
Like MJ, Scottie Pippen
I might just hop in a foreign with a foreign chick
And you know she ain't boring
Shawty wanna be with me
told you knuckle Bill will still love you after life
And since your death, everythings changed
The family ain't the same, shit seems strange
I started
Feeling fine
Poppin' trunk
Tippin' dine
But we do it for h-town
Tell them boys its time to lay it dine
Tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
Cause we
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
nigga, you my ace, you my baby boy
You throw your dukes up homie like you ready to fight
With something new everyday, boy you flying your kite
And you stay
the next step to dreams, to the end
But I'm nowhere close to the end, this just the start
Broke boy, no money, heart fell apart
October baby, whatever that
by the case
Tipping bills in different language
Status seaker high achiever
I can't fall in love with a no goal boy
Status seaker dream believer
You
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