Lyrics:
to chrome gats
Levis to Guess jeans, black and white to big screens
Six by nine to 18's, Bumsalack to sipping lean
Regals with white walls, 20 inch with
in a '78 'Lac
Dome clean, gangsta lean, I got green
Bud, I serve dubs like it ain't no thing
I hang with O.G. niggas, don't set trip
Or you might
in a '78 'Lac
Dome clean, gangsta lean, I got green
Bud, I serve dubs like it ain't no thing
I hang with O.G. niggas, don't set trip
Or you might
of the nightlife
He want a wife, he just lookin' for the right type"
Yea right, I be ridin' through the city lights
My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac tint
a flu
Too hot to give a fuck
Too late to give it back
Too high to come down
Too wrong to be right
Too vert to get a 'lac
Too strapped to get
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
Haunted by your past mistakes
It's hard to tell between real or fake
They say good things come to those who wait (wait)
You make me feel some type
around make things right
No rest tonight
Got to fight
Take a stand make things right
No rest tonight
Got to fight
Need a change make things right
No rest
yeah
I get it everyday
I get by
I make it
Aint no ever complaining
Bout the things I went through
I made it
Came through
All I ever do
Is elevate
look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
Cootie in the chair
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by
my shit right
Cause I'm not gone be the one to fall off
Cause I know I'm gonna be the one
To take a fucking loss
26, up in this bitch: be jamming
my shit right
Cause I'm not gone be the one to fall off
Cause I know I'm gonna be the one
To take a fucking loss
26, up in this bitch: be jamming
season's we stay workin'
Ride with a g'
Come and slide with a g'
With the true's on the lac we can ride to the beat
Light it up, let it burn when you
get up, get up, get up
I'ma get up in your mind right now
Make you feel like dying right now
I'ma make you pray to God
To the good old Lord for
you things you've never seen before
Baby you got you that shit I want
Super flaunt It all
You ain't gotta ask now watch me buy the mall
Prada, Gucci,
this crazy night
I know I did a lot wrong it's time to make it right
Ever since I was a kid I saw my future bright
I was a happy ass kid until my heart
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
Aye come on that bitch like this
Nah ima come on that bitch that
Aye I'm in the yo right na
By myself man
Aye
Hmmm
Not myself right na
I'm just by
I do the right thing like i'm Spike Lee
cnd I keep a yellow bitch on the side o me
I keep some real killas right behind me
I hope you pussy niggas
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
jumpin'
And I love the way you do that little thing with your tongue (Yeah!)
Forever realer than the rest of them niggas better believe baby girl I'm
Friday night
I was rocking to the beat, feeling all right
Everybody was dancing on the floor
Doing all the things they never did before
And then this
streama
My thing when I flips I got to make sho that it's hot
Gotta make the whole planet rock like this
[Chorus:]
Make that ass hop, don't stop
Down
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