Lyrics:
comin', but you came too late, but I'll wait
So back up your group, get a grip, come equipped
You're the next contestant. Clap your hands. You won
girls back like alpha-hydroxy
Spent money like "Happy Days", I'm the real Fonzie
Top off the coupe, that's how JFK got shot, B
Can't let niggas roll up
I stay up jus to sell drugs
Got fiends itching like a bed bug
Shit I’ll prolly get life if the feds come
But I gotta keep it tight this my best run
be the last you breath
Wind it back and captivate the life
Find out get the answers and the whys
Pile up on the practice what you thrive
Write it
Change
Change
Hate in the air
Hope starts to win
I know you're scared but don't stop and stare
Get up off you your chair
Get up get up get up
In the streets I done rose up in it
I take my pole and hit it
Play with my heart until I let one these hoes come get it
You said you'll ride but you
on Aftermath
Kicks my teeth in if I act goofy
Birthday cakes in the shape of a Uzi
Wakes me up like, "Let's get paid"
Beams with blades on her Escalade
Every
never high five, just tryna get higher than kites
Two thing I don't do is brag on my name and make up lies
I'm tired but I'm waking up
Seeing my mother
I get up the fetti, yah yah
I get up the fetti
I get up the fetti, yah yah
I get up the fetti
I get the fetti, yah yah
I get up the fetti
I get up
get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow
You get home, wait a day, she's what you want to know about
Then you call up and it's her
Picture, picture me rollin'
Rollin', picture me rollin'
Wheelin', picture me rollin'
Picture me yea yeah
I gots to get the fuck up in it
Formulate
Picture, picture me rollin'
Rollin', picture me rollin'
Wheelin', picture me rollin'
Picture me yea yeah
I gots to get the fuck up in it
Formulate
Picture, picture me rollin'
Rollin', picture me rollin'
Wheelin', picture me rollin'
Picture me yea yeah
I gots to get the fuck up in it
Formulate
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope release
Like a Dove Bar freshly dipped
So you can hook and sling and slip
to try to win you back?
I guess it sucks to let go of that
Long night we'd sit by the TV
The silver screen
It always got the best of me
I've always wanted
[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it
[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it
you keep talking at me like that
You know I'm gonna go crazy
So get back, get back
Get your back against the wall
You built them up with glass
So now
The Baby Bubbas in the house
We came here to party, so get up everybody
We came here to party, so get up everybody
We came here to party, so get
someone's style, and
Shout out to the real ones
You're by my side
Dragging me through the lows
Pulling me up to the highs
Take me back to raving up in
alive in the night time
We can vibe in the night sky
Come alive tonight
She wanna dance get high get by tonight
Come fly
Come vibe tonight
She wanna dance
SHIT
Wanna snort lines, and bang slit
Oh
How crass of me
Go ahead and cancel me
Or get yacked out and dance with me
You think you know me
Baby, go ahead
Up up up up
Rudebwoy ting rudebwoy ting
Dancehall ting dancehall ting
In ah real Jamdung style
Now lock up yuh daughters and fly di helicopters
Cah
girl she won dey
Roll with me
Calling me haa she said
She wanna be with me
Her back mad
Shawty gat me high
We gon party hard
Let's get naughty, naughty
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