Lyrics:
pies in the house
It's grill, spit fire like I never been out
And I ain't gon' retire 'til there's never a doubt
The wheels, in my head keep spinnin'
now
By the pounds, stop trying it now, I got my mind right nigga
you or is it Deja Vu?
[Made Men]
Yeah, two thous', new styles, fly as fuck for days
Fry chocolate thai, high and shit for days
Benz 6, V-12, 19's
rolling was cast
The day by day seen highs to my mental, no pinky passed
Just another consequential sleep culminating from crash
A penny for my thoughts
the game by landslide.
My true colors, no set trip.
Knife in hand: born to make a killing.
Wouldn’t remix this life for a billion.
Pure insight you’re only
now
By the pounds, stop trying it now, I got my mind right nigga
[FRANCISCO]
No
I had to do it man
Official Remix
Detroit Stand up
Dj Z
No one on the corner got swagga like me
That can say they unsigned doing shows
you never know when you'll be by yourself again, nah
My life's sweet like truffle chocolate and a bunch of things
My life's sweet like truffle
dun, see yo
Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo
Trife life got me thinking like an animal
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt yo
What can
bitching 'bout my boring problems with my vocals
I thought no one would listen, that's why I kept it written
She was never on my radar, now, I'm absolutely
funky
Yeah, it's a Bad Boy thing
My man Raj on the remix tip
Yeah, big shouts to the uptown crew
Ugh, to all the people in the Bronx and nation
Funk
The way I mean to you, it's a total game-changer.
We are the head of state in this love ministry.
Without a doubt baby. No diggity.
Chorus :
Cotton-candy
style Dripping,
I might drown, drown, drown, drown
See my squad finesse, by far the best No doubt, doubt, doubt, doubt
No, you can't talk to me Most
the muthafuckin' money
It's all about the muthafuckin' money (yeah)
It's all about the muthafuckin' money
No limit to my money I should get a tank
They walk me
, this the remix
We back on our bullshit
Been about 2 years, thought that by now that I'd quit
But to those who doubted me, call me trash like algae
Gotta
, this the remix
We back on our bullshit been about 2 years
Thought that by now that I'd quit
But to those who doubted me
Call me trash like algae
Gotta
Ba-bad oh I'm bad bad with it
Yeah I'm criminal
Bitches say I'm crazy
World that's full of stigmas
Talking how I'm nuts
Caramel chocolate Snickers
Life
friends
If you know the definition of ghetto, you'll take no offense
Me myself am one of them
Slum dog from the trailer parks
Ghetto by defnition
Shalom my
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
High speed chase I'm on him, I do my cardio
Shoot him while the whip's still
Spinnin' it's Super Mario
Fuck it I'ma remix it
I ain't never backed down
And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority
Then he shall see shells
But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not
It's simple
you
First you get the money, then you get the power
G Rap bustin' the gats and slangin' last by the hour
No doubt
I be the crime story of all
With this spin ting come straight from the sauna
Can't tell me 'bout life cah we life this
Chocolate cheerleaders like Benihana
My lifestyle's like
me, Yung Flame we murder some,
We up in blaze, no stopping us,,
Now that it's a remix, we spazzing more
It's more bars, more flows mixed with sanity
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