Lyrics:
after game it's all really the same
Gain a lot of cash to go dance in the club
So let the boy get some digits
Holler I'm happy it's on 2 hours that's app
Takes all she heard I'll wait for me how accepting I am waiting for tomorrow just one night to find Out what this means if I'm a clenched fist distorted
alone
Mix the Number (N) ine with the rhinestone
Counting that guap, that's what I'm on
Counting that guap, boy yeah I love it
G2, and I'm hot like a oven
keep my cool as long as the fucking grams go
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Rae
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cooking crack all day, stretch
We gon'
chase em'
Boy better chill, I'm not crazy for real
Imma just shoot the tire, so I can go face em'
Now they tryna jump cause' I busted his lips
Bitch I
come another day
Cos I'm ready can't keep her waiting, really getting lonely.
Got to see my baby.
Rain rain, please go away,
Cos my baby's waiting for
back in there where I learned to swim
Try to keep my head above it the best I can, that's why
Here I am,
Just waiting for this storm to pass me by
back in there where I learned to swim
Try to keep my head above it the best I can, that's why
Here I am,
Just waiting for this storm to pass me by
なにもわかんねーy'allなにもわかんねー
I stand still
I'm a tight gate
Only B.S.C could crack me the fuck up
I'm like clay
The beat move my body like a b-boy on a white plate
heat made
with a crown on, look at what it took
We're on a different page if you did it by the book
Ironically everything is raw when I cook
I'm reaching for it,
down grands and submission
I don't back track, every single sound for me different
I don't own no ice, just got clean rap
Don't ever two step, I just
down grands and submission
I don't back track, every single sound for me different
I don't own no ice, just got clean rap
Don't ever two step, I just
And a "way to go" from your label every day
Looking boy
Hey, looking boy! What you say, looking boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
I'ma work for
towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money
On the radio liver stereo, lookin' clean
All of a sudden I'm attractive, I'm handsome, I'm gorgeous
But back in the day you used to say, you can't afford
bless you, all of you pretty girls
Quiet or witty girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting there for
my day 1s
If you ain’t with us then go move on
Cause I’m still getting my groove on
Imma broke nigga
I don’t complain
I'd rather make my own new lane
all day and night.
I'm a true blue player homeboy.
That's right.
O-A-K-L-A-N-D,
That's where I rain, top dog MC.
Too Short, baby,
to spend, they go crazy.
(Verse 1):
I'm going to tell you a story in stereo,
About the pimping game, that you should know.
But if you don't, it's
on the way
I bought 2 day shipping but it never came
Stick to name brand for my sunny rays
Eyes shut, leaned back, escape
I'm at the end of my rope
Waiting
Greyhound
Just me hittin like a beat from Dr. Dre, out
I'll be waiting on you (I'll be waiting)
I'll be waiting on you (I'ma be right here, for you ba-by
skin by the waves
I can do this right here just for days
G's up B side ride with the baes
Summertime man yeah really can't wait
Ballin' like I'm in LA,
Some folks like to get away
Take a holiday from the neighborhood
Hop a flight to miami beach or to Hollywood
But, i’m takin' a greyhound
Cause I'm
Inked out for the summer yeah these bitches know my body
They hating on the boy need to find a brand new hobby
They be waiting on the boy they
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