Lyrics:
Look who it is
This side we live by the code like we came from the six
Come look at this
My brother just flooded his wrist
Water can't hear the tick
I said ooh girl shock me like electric eel
I said ooh girl my money so new you're not even sure if it's real
She said boy you're really going beyond
24/7 I’ve been working overtime
Ain’t got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7 I’ve been working overtime
a ride I peep like five exits (like five)
Four niggas no less than nine weapons
Hundreds comin' blue like a iMessage (all blue)
You know the life we
around the cities
Searching for his fortune and fame
No lady ever got to know his name
Shame, but that was his game
Gave a girl a baby boy
He said
off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with
I'm a blue boy, heart misused boy
Heart on my sleeve why my arms like a chew toy
What's my next move? I ain't got a clue boy
I'm just on the move
Fort Griffin
on the flats by the Clear Fork this bare saloon
pardon me
the backbar black cherry with scrolls of gilt the mirror the nude and the dog
And I'm hardly
Dropping music
And I know it
Drives my fans mad
Yeah, when I'm with Dave
We on a move
That was then now
If I'm with Dave
We on a zoov
Blue
be home late
He's meeting the boys from work for drinks at eight
In the bedroom, perfume I never wear
Lingers like a specter in the air
What are you so
nicked
By the boydem, crumble
And then start singing out hymns
Chat shit, man start bringing out things
Boy Better Know, yep, we are now kings
Represent
Take |Your Baby To A Jazz & Blues Bar - Son Of Dave
Hear me now
Don't take her to the club
Don't take her to a picture show
Don't take her
International (woo) so international
You can't catch me boy (can't catch me boy)
I am overseas at about a hundred Gs for sure
Don't test me boy (don't test
around the cities
Searching for his fortune and fame
No lady ever got to know his name
Shame, but that was his game
Gave a girl a baby boy
He said
put her on a flight
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs
I'm havin' blue cheese
And I'mma get it by any means
Flexing on niggas like
International (woo) so international
You can't catch me boy (can't catch me boy)
I am overseas at about a hundred Gs for sure
Don't test me boy (don't test
them mirrors and the marble floors
A country boy, a city girl
They're in their own world
A match heaven made
It's champagne and beer down by the lake
He
gone by the start of damn year 2
What a man to do?
When he lack knowledge
Taking out loans just to keep his car polished
Late payments got that boy
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
you mean like investin'? Like givin' back to the community?)
He in the mound with pounds of dope
(Oh shit, I see what you mean, boy, you hell)
She
I'm at Dave & Buster's
(hah)
Hellcat drive-by and you hearin' the muffler
Ya
Magic city
DJ Havoc
MOTB
Dave on the mix, they call me June
Val Sparks
Right Ya
I'm all about the money
I'm just having fun let the fame go
They
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I stare at you
Summertime, East Side, New York City
It's too hot to sleep
American boy, the one who hates thee
Red rockets glare in my head
Your future is cold and dead
Red, white, and blue I'll never die for you
Oh say, can you
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