Lyrics:
them i'm not stressing no mo
I'm on a mission for my
Millions I'm ona grind that's fasho
I don't expect for y'all to
Feel me man i been let that go
Only
nothin we been hustlin counting pesos we Buzzin
Runnin plays by the dozens pockets filthy disgusting
Stunna not yo top ten then it's end of discussion
caught a chill
When the lights of a big semi topped the hill Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on
And I climbed in that cab, where I
call Earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck,
I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild,
Juvenile with the mics 'n' shit, New York, New
Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz
I ain't gon' lie I'm fucked up, if we all die then we all shall
But only one thang gonna get us by and that's
Today I got my shot of the Corona vaccine
The doctor was an alien you know what I mean
He is on a mission from Planet X
No one seems to notice
stacking money is a guarantee
Bitch I been ten, shapeshift, catch a body fuck my enemies
Yo bitch in her feelings hit my phone because she missing me
She
20 06
Skip the cab take a flick
I always was just chooser
Riding on my cruiser
Tight bitches love me
Cause I always Makem looser
Treat her like
my circle from all the craziness and Slater's just my alias
Day my mission started in utero
Until they saying grace at the funeral
I'm showing
chicks we been dyin to eat
Yeah the tables turn and we always will feast
When my family miss me then the mission complete
A lotta new shit still be old
{Chorus}
Focus! Yeah!
Niggas in the city like voltures/
Hittin on bitches like bosses/
My nigga's in the trap like that/
{Hook x2}
{Verse 1}
Most!
Flippin 10's like a master
Making cash yeah
I'm not the plug but I got extra
Flipping 10's yeah
You're a rat, you're a Hamster
You're a pet yeah
You
remained calm
Thought, "Why not just go out on a mission, like James Bond?"
Double-oh-seven, since I'm the great, I'll be double-oh-eight
So I went into
a mission
I grew up civilian won't falsify visions
I stand on 10 so I'm good with the scammers
I stand on 10 so I'm good with the blammers
I Stand on 10 wit
don't invite in, but since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
Put the white over the plate, like
I be rollin trees early morning, puffin on the dank while im yawning, i envision pullin up in a foreign, next year im on a mission this a warning, if
a cab and drive her ass to the airport
Leave it under the flags, then go back to the lab, I wonder why I don't share more
First I gotta get famous
niggas as jokes
Boscotti with the candyland
The only tree that I smoke
The pack travel to a land
By a car plane or a boat
I been hungry for the green
That
I'm a Luvaholic ohh
Luvaholic ohh
I'm a Luvaholic ohh
Luvaholic oh whoa
I put my soul in a locket
By design what I feel
I'm divine what I need imma
meddling
Mind yo business
It’s like a wedding I’m getting cake
Smoke in the air
It’s bout time that I ventilate
Striped cause I’m official
Bxtch I ball x I
tangeray and hennesey,
untill i call earl, 10 months in this gut, wut the fuck,
i wish moms would hurry up, so i can get buck wild,
juvenile with the mics n
1965, six missions were flown, five of these were manned
In 1965 also, ten men orbited the earth for a total of 1300 hours, and more than 22 million
through customs, borders
I've been handled by authorities
Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me
I've been saved, I've been buried alive
learned to drive at age Twenty-Five, see I used to catch cabs
smokin' lye while my girl fuck with mesc tabs
do anything just to laugh
I'll cop anything
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