Lyrics:
We want the stars up in the roof
Them foreign cars a couple coupes
We going hard can't fuck with you
They know we started something new, yeah
We not
I remained me far longer than you
How am I weak or a coward
When I'm stronger than you?
Remaining Byron is my claim to fame
I know the fake's for hire
need myself to win
I done seen the biggest fall
Seven point, twos hit his car
Lil' bitch say I'm ugly
I ain't really trippin
Pay her just to hit them
and pay
And all I ever do is pray
That everyone is who they say
So namaste and I'm a say
That everybody has to pay
To play away and hire day
Everybody knows
Been running it up tryna stack to the ceiling
Can't wait til the day that I get me a million
We ain't shooting out cars we ain't killing civilians
girl summer
Sammy, you will wreck the car
We will not finish
You have to stay on road, Sammy, please
Oh, fuck
Sammy, Sammy, what are you doing man
the morning
She hot like oh yeah
I wish I had more yeah
Sippin on a fourty
Watch you see me ballin
Okay okay
For what its worth yeah
I wish I had
A car
[Intro: Cam'ron]
Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)
Look at his car
I done hire me a driver, just to pick hoes up
Put some wrap around the track, that cost like 10 more bucks
No I ain't got a shorty, gotta get more
And never travel by car, a bus
Boat or by rail
And don't travel by plane
And don't travel at all
Built a bomb shelter basement
With titanium walls
And wear
bag?
In your car, and we popped the steering wheel
And left it up by six flags (hit man)
My whole family full of ?hetland? hustlas
Now tell your
giving her shit, spend it all on my homies
I go put on my son, from my car to my house, everything, I own it
When it come to that money you know I ain't
Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth
I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car
In the streets, like I
crisis
Fuck baby mama drama they got ex-wife crisis
Ex marines that they hire as sharpshooter
Ebola in your Coca-Cola
While your car cooper
Yeah, you see I
gun's for hire
Spit it to the metal through the wire
And tryin' to see if I can die
Before the day that I retire
Focused daily, coastal like Corpus
of my hm
They might suspect, but who gon' check me, hm
Ooh ooh this car is getting foggy, hm
The brown skin all on my body, hm
The brown skin done
(4x)
They like 4x and baby back blanking (blank)
Where I'm from it go down like an anchor (what else)
Murder for hire, my niggas be anxious (we
the car seat nigga
The skunk in the trunk was an awkward nigga
That thought he didn't need to have caution with him
A cornball with a Boston fitted
I
As I move to the trunk of the stolen car.
Up to the back door with the crowbar.
So far the plans full proof.
All from the phone booth.
Got
The law defier, the non-complier
The death defier, the Mike Myers
Murder rapper for hire
Do-er of drive byers, the back back clack clack
Let it
in the cypher with twelve Gods
People from all over flood the street like cars
To hear the drama, who's that spectacular rhymer?
It's me:
desire is figgas
Rockland b****
Why hire some killas?
Gotti heat like hail son
And fire them niggas
Pop off 2 clips
Top off new six
Rock frost
to the masses til our faces blue
Oh yeah Oh yeah oh yeah
(Chorus)
I want to drive my car into a wall
I want to buy your house just to burn it down
Please, Let me
name
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, driving 15 cars
The girls come easy, and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay
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