Lyrics:
liquor bottle
Do you hear me? (Like seriously do you hear me?)
Dancing by myself I'm taking pictures of your homeboys
Dont know which way im going
Cause I
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
Ex uss boy and a hex too
Drive ladies insane
Yeah I vex dudes
But that's a fake you
Let's be real boo
Amma brother never bothered by the sh#$
ever back from a fight
I ain't ever had to answer, tell 'em back from a nigga, uh
Illy-illy, she gon' celebrate her wins
Papa drive a cab, but
Arsenio I semi them really though
Bullets blow, spark a nigga ass like Emilio
Niggas they sick but I'm illy though
I be on some shit behind with a pretty ho
the heater right by your thigh
And when the s*** got hectic you was ready to ride
You didn't run out when I pulled the gun out
That's what I'm talkin bout
The side eyein niggas try it then they silly
My neck illy wrist chilly and im grippy
40 on a nigga bitches on a nigga
I do what i want no i dont fear a nigga
Got ocean views from ceiling to the floor
Keep a milli' by the bed a hundred more up shore, o-ore
Closets full of Louis and Christian Dior
yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
Oh, a ten-dollar hoss and a forty-dollar saddle,
And I'm goin' to punchin' Texas cattle.
Come a ti yi yippee, come
dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low like I make egg rolls, oh
I got them pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm water whippin'
I rob his
stop spittin shit
Silly im really illy
So illy im feelin guilty
Forgive me forgive me god
Thats the only man that can kill me
Everything I do is another
that's ready to ride
To keep the heater right by her side
[Eve]
Hey yo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me, keep it real Dogg
Niggas seem stressed
And if I heard you was frontin
I hope on the case
Wild one? Maybe, but I'ma protect my baby
Test me fool and by the end
You gon' think I'm crazy
That's how
rider rims
If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
Crying on the phone
Ho thinking I'm in love with her
Cause she took me shopping
a Draught in Windsor Park laughin' at Tin Dog
Ain't ill, next to who? I'm yet to met the dude
They go an extra mile, I go an extra few
Since in utero the flow
is not just
Another ordinary rapper, I'm the crown royal block
With a velvet bag, matter of fact, and since the swagger is back
And backed by
never gonna slow down
I guess that’s why I ain’t know
She was creeping on her mans on the low now
Finna pop me a pilly illy illy (gone gone)
Finna hop up
they put in yo' ear
The only thing I'm transportin is my Naughty hear
I don't sell coke no mo', but still I make fast dough
by slangin records by
shows
An' if the freaks get illy I smack the....
Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed
Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med
Ya say you
I'm in it for the long haul, yeah
I can't wait to stand with Illy up on stage
At a sold out show and hear the whole crowd go
Where ya been? Ain't seen
"It's great to be here" uh huh, yeah
"Great to be here" i see you, baby
"It's great to be here in your arms"
Yeah, now this is me, Illy
Oh, uh huh,
that I'm bringing
The crowd to enjoyment, by what I do
I keep the people cheerin', because of what they hearin'
Movin' and groovin',
putting out hit's
Tryin' to shoot me
But I'm out in LA on the low livin' Gucci
And lavish
They tryin' to take they money back
It's two to they cabbage
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