Lyrics:
big money in my pocket, tryna get it
I got six hundred that's due for the rent, shit
But it's already spent by the end of the month
Food runnin' low in
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
boy I'm on the grind
Imma grind on em (Grind, grind) Imma grind on em (Grind, grind)
Imma grind like a pro, Imma grind on the low Imma grind so hard
to the mountain top
And down to the valley low
Went to Austin with 3-2 and STILL
Ain't find no finer hoe
Not much no finer girl
But one that treat me so sweet rub
a lovely blue gardenian by her elbow
And on her hips she has the lovely queen of Maid
And right beside her shapely spine
If you see that paramount
You will
floor by floor
Talk shit, I send 'em door by door
Made for the Snow White life, four by fours my nigga
I'm from a big city
Tryna make a living
talking C Murder
Is it me or this Franck Muller or it just seem early
I'm in something low-key, steady mobbing with the thang
Cut the music down cause my
talking ?
I'm in something low-key ?
Steady mobbing be the game
Cut the music down cause my cellphone ringing
From what I just heard think my cellphone
niggas extinct like a dodo
Drop down, we dropping bodies, drop dominoes
Big bang boom, bamboozled by the bitch
Big boobies, imma put my bamboo in the bitch
don't get her back,
I swear this old shotgun will.
Standing down by the landing,
Big old board on the door,
Standing down by the landing,
Big old
in my dreams I done bussed down (Buss down)
I got bands on my feet when I walk around (Big steps)
Lookin' like I robbed a bank imma say it proud (Say
of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white
one day came the old house smasher
The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hair of my chinny,
one day came the old house smasher
The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hair of my chinny,
studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the lace
Of my shoe tangled up in blue
She lit a burner
you bill-ieve its a dream till it come true
Was locked down now they see us when we come through
The judge fucked up when he let us out the jump suit
Can only get so low
But it's really just the first few times
You get used to it after some time
The tingle of guilt run down your spine
The good
moving Waverly
'Nuff bruddas acting fake stay moving savoury
Yeah that's not quite my flavour, won't go down in my favour
Life go by so quick moments I
I get there
Organic, gambit, wars what I declare
Nice natural bitch with big hair, listens clear
And she's not distracted by the wrist wear
Im
look down I got some big feet
I like Mike and Ike's
I like watchin dykes
I like goin to fights
I like earnin my stripes
In the book of life
Yeah this is war
This no game
We don't play
We want more
We want 4s
4 by 4 we want her to get down low
B road no go zone
We get bad to the bone
You
direction they want
The Doublethink masters
Get vaporized by the lies when you don't comply
Kids fly the kite in a engineered disaster
Yet we walking down
things
All I want is new change
All I see is blue frames
Money, hoes, and new fame (I want it)
Big checks by my name
Its time to get me some money and run
the alcoholics, lotta forefathers in my Fendi wallet
First class trips to Cabo, gotta lay low, been a desperado
Palace looking like El Dorado (big as fuck)
Don't
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