Lyrics:
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors (holiday season)
You see that B on the hood, nigga?
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
Yo, the Bentley
Oh! Tell ya I got so disgusted now
Yeah
Said I'll go back home and sleep some more
Now that seem like the right thing to do
But by
oh yeah,
Let's smoke out on 88th jumping, with players
Whena me forty four let go,
Feelin' the glock glock roll,
95th gunning outta the window
We
'fore I go) (Huh, nigga, what?)
Street life, is the only life we know
(That's all I know) (Huh, nigga, what?)
Street life, gotta get mine 'fore I go
to chase it
[Drag-on]
I want to talk about biting ass niggas
Let me see y'all niggas catch the flow
Go red-vest with the four-four blow
Ya Niggas
tongue
Relax, I'm gettin massaged by the massouse
She wouldn't let me gizzo, she wouldn't let me loose
I don't know her she was somebody else
But I was
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But
life through a new lens
Drivin' by the streets I used to walk through
When I had no crib, I guess you call that shit a miracle
Go tell your friends
deserve to get throwed, throwed
Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never fuck a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nothin' less than
deserve to get throwed, throwed
Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never fuck a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nothin' less than
All year, every season
Middle of the night (Yea)
Drop the top, go to 4 Seasons
She be right there, ain't goin nowhere
And she ain't leavin'
Feelin' real
get high -I I can't even feel it (uh uh)
IV on the top, where I'm finna stay at (uh uh uh)
I get high-I-I-I , I'm gettin by -I-I-I
Don't wanna die
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
One - thug in the club, two - models to go
Three - bottles of Arma', four jars of dro
Five shots to draw, my six hits took off
Seven you make Heaven,
Hustling by the building
Just stacking the money up to the ceilin'
Ain't no penicillin finna hit 'em
When I'm dealing with em ask Yung Berg
Where we go
(four times)
Mamma mia, I didn't even see her
New six-seater, see ya, would not wanna be ya
When I land in the sand, where's my greeter?
Nothin' but
She look even better, yeah, when she undressed
Take her downtown when she get upset
She gon' get it all, yeah, and nothin' less
She don't wanna
steady baller block, can't take nothin from us
Young nigga, livin' a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothin' nice"
They
steady baller block, can't take nothin from us
Young nigga, livin' a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothin' nice"
They
playin Screw
Taking these drugs by the two
Rollin just like bandicoot
Come and make Love on the Moon aye
Living like nothin to lose
I been runnin chasing
Until I double the price to one hundred grand for a beat
Pay it and go, I don't keep the receipt
Trying to get to where I tell 'em change you can keep
I
chest
Ooh there it goes there it goes
Baby you can jack it but don't let go till I say so
It ain't nothin like this (nothin)
It ain't nothin like this
my shit, just like money ain’t nothin’ (It ain’t nothin’, yeah)
(Lesgo, uh)
Young legend go by the name ChanChan
You might be sneak dissin’, but I
the streets
Dragon
Right
Ride in a four by four
Shawty don't trip, big tint on the window
Lean on me like a pillow
I'm a real bad bad influence
I be bad bad
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