Lyrics:
crown
(Where’s my crown)
I need it now
(I need it now)
I’ma hold it down
(Yeah)
’Til i come up
Mama’s health wasn’t gettin’ better
By this time I thought
nigga, ain't no smoke until I'm smoked up (ain't no smoke 'til I'm smoked up)
I don't care if your man here, baby, fuck him (fuck him)
This the VIP
Seven, eight to the seven, one
We put in work and we ride out
Got rippers here got killers here
There ain't really any feelings here
We from the bottom
Seven, eight to the seven, one
We put in work and we ride out
Got rippers here got killers here
There ain't really any feelings here
We from the bottom
Chorus: Money over here money over there/Pistol on the counter chopper by the stairs/I be makin' fee I be makin' fare/Get it poppin ni**a we can take
li, li, like glue
Be by your side boy, whatever your goin' through
We were high (til when its all good)
We were low ((til when its all bad)
But I
Seven, eight to the seven, one
We put in work and we ride out
Got rippers here got killers here
There ain't really any feelings here
We from the bottom
soul
You making the same trip until we get close
I'm elated by the elevating conversation this infatuation got me feeling like a fool
Been here before
hate me, baby cause I'm beautiful 3x
How you luv that, playboy?
[Verse 2]
We go lights, action, camera
We here to hammer ya
Go ask Pamela or your baby
with them racks
Watch your ho, she eying me, say attack
Them young niggas slide for me, no cap (come here)
'Bout big 4X (uh), them young niggas
dancing
Just ain't what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait 'til real late
call your girlfriends
I'ma be with my friends
Pull up to the function
Like we real friends
We don't need no service
Turn it to a circus
Party 'til
the bottom
When you come from the bottom, you ain't get no chances, man
I'ma do this shit 'til the Fourth Of July, blow up straight to the sky (watch)
Nigga
plain
I'ma flood mine
Alligator bloodeline
Trade the finest coke
And write one time
Verse 3: styles
Ya niggaz ain't hearin' me out
Til i pop up
go
Cock 'em in the air and let your other sister watch
You gettin' hit by the x I'm a porno star
Ohh rhythm x, you're just too good baby
I know
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
'til the ashtray full
So I light another cig 'cause I can't say no
Lately I been having bad days so
I'ma drink and I smoke 'til I'm halfway gone
I
her, make her, miss ya, I'ma kill ya!"
At this point, I'm just exhausted
Wondering where the fuck's Walter
He shows up like 30 minutes after our
playin over here, PLAYA
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day
(10) Ten let the countdown begin
(9) I was born in the mind
a sound, stay solid, ten toes on the ground
'Til the day I die
I'ma ride for my niggas, you know me, I'ma slide for mines
'Til the day I die
Nigga, ain't
up
Ten 'til twelve is wine and dancing
Midnight starts the hard romancing
One o'clock that truck is rocking
Two is coming, still no stopping
when they see me here and ask me “what you came here for?” I say
(Oooooh) for everything
We ain't gonna stop ‘til we got everything
Papa taught me they
[Mack 10]
Hoo-Bangers (WASSUP!!!)
y'all ready? (FO' SHO'!!!!)
Well let's do this shit
I'ma start this bitch off, and y'all run it, check it,
Nas on these songs, I Puff, they hate me
Hurricane Game, Katrina'd the AP
Top-down, the AC with X and AZ
Ruff Rydin', you can see this Draco in HD
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