Lyrics:
you could manage
Got the drink and the salad
Now the bitch is on the Jag
I'm comin' down Gulf way, I'm tryin' to see what's up
I see big ass
City Boo
as we continue to bring you the flav
represent'in L.B.
from the cradle to the grave
now how's that, one time for your mind
but when I
would've crashed the car
It's the beach boy comin' through the city goin' hard
I got big money callin' Im just tryna play it smart
Play it smart, I'm just
You got one boy
With your right hand
And the other one
You hail a taxi cab
Big city girls you make a mess out of me
Now I'm on my way back
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
Marcy
getting stuck
In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won't give in, won't give up
I gotta be rich as fuck
Racks tuck, nigga what
Baddest
Yeah, this big Bun B the baby southern OG
I'm Pimp C's brother every body knows me
Comin' from that P.A.T, with Mr. V.I.C.
Young Mogul, ENT.
If you
thangs
Fuck your clique, your corner, your city, your last name
Stuck in the fast lane, [Incomprehensible] your ass mane
Bask at the light, blast
proper shit
I bought a couple before the dealership got the shit
Rich nigga, six figures
I double up every flip, my stash bigger
Plane hoppin',
Athlete turned-actor, it must come as a shock
To be this big and still
Get overshadowed by The Rock
You take credit for "Despacito
" that's just silly
It's
P
Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy
Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally
Traumatized, my whole city been
feel like Screech
I'm saved by the bell
I feel like LL before the ladies love James
My uncle told me that this pimp shit a cold game
Use your codename
screaming in hell
No such thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be
trust these hoes (CB, fuck with me)
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
Whoa, these hoes
the same town that put Ma$e on (put Ma$e on?)
And he Cam' too; I smoke bamboo til' them grams through
Stop copying what your man do
Lost count of all
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
Disapprove we can get ya and your bullshit
I be the same
The game will never be the same
It was made for me to gain
You see the thangs for me to name
I go by
up on welfare
Made it by myself here
AyeWeGet rich or get high tryin
Gonna come around
Comin' my way yeah
Stay outta my lane yeah
Gonna come around
chitchat, I'm rich (fuck)
Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (fuck)
Take it through the city and give back to kids (fuck)
When she get to toppin',
comin' correct
Pay me some respect, I come to collect
I'm about to show you how much you in debt
They say I'm a animal, but I'm a vet
I'll be in your
Now we in a different situation
This that food for your soul I might as well go dinner plate it
Made in the lab no need for examination
Hating
a cracker!
You playin’ it for laughter
But the guidance you applyin’ is
For your children comin’ after
So when you demean yourself for
Approval in front
je sais
Free my niggas, I miss my niggas, I need 'em free
I'm in CDG, I might put this shit on a DVD, yeah
I had a cougar, she was thirty-two
(have big meetings)
Cause we comin to your town (that's right.. you game?)
(Your sicilian brothers will be in - town, will be there)
cool Keith, Big
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