Lyrics:
miles
Without the smiles
Let me see you smile
Give me five thousand, two hundred feet of happiness
Now let me see you smile
Give me five thousand,
by the pound
Man this top two bitch fit ball for a nigga i run the lil hoe outta town
Nah nah five hundred and fifty-six it's green tip seven hundred
No slowing down the time is now so
Turn it up
Turn it up
No slowing down the time is now so
Nine hundred fifty five horse power under my Jordans
the bass deeper
Attitude like Ice Cube, put you in that cold freezer
A hundred miles of running so I ran a hundred kilometers
Grim Reaper ain't hunting
can't leave my house
Last pay was a couple hundred thou
I been on the m-way doing miles
I prayed for times like this is as a child
If it's war , then
'bout ninety-five,
she's bumper to bumber rollin' side by side.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've
Trying to get them big face hundreds
In bundles of hundreds by the pile
And piles by the hundreds
For this road to success shit
I'll run a hundred miles
day of chasing that same old lonely cow
With every new horizon began a brand new day
Thirteen hundred miles to go as they slowly made their way
Fly By Night
Yes
How that sound to you E?
Mile. Highe. Club. Niggas.
Sitting drinkin Hennessy,going thru my memories/never scared of nothing,
of lead
A hundred and ten half a mile aheadv The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still
And I caught Mabellene at the top of the hill
Maybellene
Why can't
doin' 'bout ninety-five
Bumper to bumper and side by side
Mabellene, why can't you be true?
Woah, Mabellene, why can't you be true?
You done started
the day
Can not get distracted by these hoes I need it in every way
Holla at plug told em connect me to the socket
Homie asked for 5 he said meet in in soc
been the same man
I would run a mile but I wont run up from this game man
Blast off, everything that's happening is my fault
I'm a VIP boy I'm a 5 star
"7 Mile, Gratiot, 6 Mile, 5 Mile"
(Esham)
In Detroit, everybodys hungry, trying to hussle
In Detroit, nobody's got a deal with Russel
In Detroit,
miles of hell called Wolf Creek Pass. Which is up on the Great Divide?
We was settin' there suckin' toothpicks, drinkin' Nehi and onion soup mix, and I
their poodle off of a 75th floor ledge
Doink! And he's headed for the ground
At a hundred and seventy five thousand miles per hour
And curchunk he's
nigga breeched
Uno uno dos tres quattro
Drinkin' malt liquor out the baby bottle
Five five six six seven eight
Move from the crest side
I'on't wanna fuck, I'm fucked up
Ayy, if you ain't fucked them, you fucked us
Five hundred thousand made off YouTube
Whole gang get a chain, on 42
Man,
And finally, now, at last, his royalties!
Royalties! [repeat: x5]
Billy the mountain was rich! his eyeball-caves widened in amazement,
His cliff (which
remember and things I forget
I miss you, I guess that I should
Three thousand five hundred miles away
But what would you change if you could?
I need
the dragon again uh
I'm on ya like hot grease on a skillet
Gorillas on real t.v. because they feel us
I'm livin' like a hundred in a Jeep stolen
Wools in
know that's right
Mob ties with the guys
Are you 'bout that life?
Zero to a hundred, made it real quick
Five-hundred horsepower, real sick
Flyer than
And I'm growing up way slower than I expected
Tickets please, your stop's gone by
It's not getting any easier
We're five hundred miles down the line
We're
Driving home to California
Five hundred miles left behind
I got to be there by the morning
So I can ease my troubled mind
It's never cold in
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