Lyrics:
Beotch!
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love
Beotch!
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love
on the map
5-2-0 let it be known
That 6-0-2 we keepin' it blown
Drive through Mesa stop in AJ gotta keep the shit real
Stackin' money to the ceiling hittin' up
to the heat
I'm not descreet when it comes to the dogg
I'm a real O like eight-ball
We see now us by the gang-banging
Crack-slanging, entertain us
Sipping
Street, think it's dumb sweet?
You want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack
Street, think it's dumb sweet?
You want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack
Aiyyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot
Trizack it sound like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1 my man Meth-Tical come and get some
Player my position, hot
Ha ha
Yeah yeah
Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Ayo watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze
Beotch!
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love
clear the room?
Oh
Fuck a day job, I found my true position
Cash flow, we making money moves, yeah, it's big decisions
It's Mr. Telephone Man, this is
on all D G sections and strum in other
places, but listen to the record to catch it all.
(from Tea for the Tillerman, 1970)
(sent by Harlan
to worse keep this on the hush, uh
I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no
on
It's like nick, nack, paddy, wack, give a dogg a bone
Motherfucker
Motherfucker
4-1-5-1-0-7-0-7, the area
Biatch
There's no place like
Hands and Say "All Right"
3-0 To The Broad DayLight
It's The Nazz, My Mellow, What He Look Like
With ya On The Mike
Let'sa Rock Y'all, A Let's Rock
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
Chorus
Motherfuckers want to know what it do
They want to know if its the red or the blue
bitch niggas want to know if its true
tell these
0w)
On the sixth day of christmas my true love gives to me, six broken toes, five shattered ribs, (I didn't fuckin' know it was ‘ewe sister) four flying
they skin
Haters know that I'm ferocious with a Pen
Ten out of ten
Just keep it a buck
You know that it's up keep it a band
Cause you know if it's up
You
they skin
Haters know that I'm ferocious with a Pen
Ten out of ten
Just keep it a buck
You know that it's up keep it a band
Cause you know if it's up
You
they skin
Haters know that I'm ferocious with a Pen
Ten out of ten
Just keep it a buck
You know that it's up keep it a band
Cause you know if it's up
You
fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck your wifi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my
the hood, she did not have a reaction (skrrt)
With a six-year-old, she kept the doors unlocked
And drove by the 5-0 like, "Fuck those cops!"
Goddamn, it
It's such a fine balance
You have to be someone that
You can wake up and think, I am a God
But by the time, but by the time you finish your cereal
know it's pendulous
And tryna keep track of my lyricism can be strenuous
But you know this is probably the verse I'm gonna end you with
I know I
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