Lyrics:
again let da old layers peel off like a Clementine
No playing games wen it's bizness time
Eatin good and got bigger fish 2 fry
Man must not live by bread
again let da old layers peel off like a Clementine
No playing games wen it's bizness time
Eatin good and got bigger fish 2 fry
Man must not live by bread
again let da old layers peel off like a Clementine
No playing games wen it's bizness time
Eatin good and got bigger fish 2 fry
Man must not live by bread
again let da old layers peel off like a Clementine
No playing games wen it's bizness time
Eatin good and got bigger fish 2 fry
Man must not live by bread
again let da old layers peel off like a Clementine
No playing games wen it's bizness time
Eatin good and got bigger fish 2 fry
Man must not live by bread
Ayee Ohh (Yeah yeah)
T Bright
Is Kurt baby
I wanna live long
Wanna grow older
Keep the light on the game is not over
I wanna get my crown and put it
D.F.F. ekipa napada, propada, plan ti, rimama kompoziram
Pamti, da rokamo mikrofon cek, pa m
E zapamti Stranac, bosanac i dam ti, znanje upamti
Ils, des
game through my mobile phone
The type of shit to get them hoes to bone
My Definition of a Thug Nigga
"Tis the season, to be servin'" "What you
And spittin' game through my mobile phone
The type of s*** to get them hoes to bone
My definition of a thug n****
'Tis the season to be servin', what you
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine weed
Choice clothes my mind blocked seein fine foes
Long nights bust those in small Christ
Niggas playin
got up out da streets so I ain't gotta steal
But listen to the radio it's obvious I still kill
But ya'll was in the game
Way before me
So why you
me
All for this rap game olohun mio ni (simi)
Bi ki duduke fu yi bi ti (simi)
Bi ki restorate bi eni ti o ku ri
Oro mi dabi eni tio gbon yepe tio lo
Baby
Aye aye
Really been in da A
Too long
Got det gas
Got det gas
Got det gas
Like I been At the gas station all day long
Got det Thrax
Got that pack
knowin that you hate to wear
Game crazy you bad I wanna be with you
You gon be something I wanna have imma leave with you
You gon be good lil baby as long
young Kunta. Acting salty, let's see how a slug do ya./ Think it got legs da way it's running right thru ya. / My ear 2 street, my eyes wide, live wire
And spittin' game through my mobile phone
The type of shit to get them hoes to bone
My definition of a thug nigga
'Tis the season to be servin', what you
young but I been doing it for a long time.
That ain't my fault, that bitch grown, she got her own mind,
And, and I'm
[T.I.]
I'm a P-I-M, ah, M-P,
long
Have you seein' that white light you come at me wrong
Or any one of my dawgs, I'll be settin' it off
You was raised on beef and live real drama
but heeyyy, we all live by the rules,
of the game we play
day to day, death is a possiablity
the way I play, feds stops you from killin' me
it's too hot
over nothing
Instead of helping the next man
Confused by the friends that I like
I'm tired of the shaking da faking da hating
That's running this game
a risk take a gamble bitch roll da dice
Man dis life shxt aint a game you can play as you might right
Wondered for so long
Found where I belong
Nothin last
Everything crash remain
Owo da
Won ni crocodile ti gbe
Ha, nibo, e ma Jen agitate
E ma jen catch case
This thing don dey pass delay
Oloun
Make e no escalate
Everything crash remain
Owo da
Won ni crocodile ti gbe
Ha, nibo, e ma Jen agitate
E ma jen catch case
This thing don dey pass delay
Oloun
Make e no escalate
vision you lacking too see, your delusions are distracted by booty
Only time your thoughts actually stick out
Only man for the job these feature fuel me
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