Lyrics:
trying to be tyrant
I’m a queen
Relate more to Nala then simba
You destroy knowledge
Quicker then you cut down timber
Ruining the eco system
Faster
I'ma buy low then I'ma sell high
Bloody red Ferrari when you see me fly by
My brokers think I'm crazy
Cause I'm taking all these chances
Chances
the greed jealousy and killin'
Walk the walk that I've walked
All alone in the dark overtaken by this feelin' that I'm feelin'
Touch the hand that I
even Colorado
I won the high incomes
You only won in the slums
Swept the Midwest like a
George Bush ‘hurricun’
I’m going for my Second Term
4 more years
Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other shit
niggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually
in and out like fuckin rapidly, pass
Ricky Ross
Carol City Cartel
Cool & Dre
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars,
(written by lowell george)
(performed by jackson browne on the lowell george tribute album rock and roll doctor;1997)
I've been the one who has been
the backstory of my box office is billions!
Got my children making millions off my Silmarillions!
And I'm more rock 'n' roll than you've ever been!
Don't believe
I seen you walking by looking fly
And I just had to say something much greater than Hi
I swoop in with some polished lines
Disguised a captivated
metaphorically stout
And my cool beige car helps me exude clout
Revving up the mind, pull a little round-a-bout
I'll get some more liquidity by trading it out
Get
left the south
And learned how different people's perceptions of the Southern Thing were from what I had seen in my life,
Which leads us to George
was magic underneath that moon,
Driving me crazy, more than she could ever know,
I said baby I ain't ever gonna let ya go
We were fast car, top
How can I go on when every thought hurts
I flirt with the notion of no more songs
My old familiar foe, self pity, haunts me
I'm stuck in some
man's a certified mack
You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (uh)
I got that good dick,
man's a certified mack
You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (uh)
I got that good dick,
All I ask is for one more chance
Promise you I won't ruin your plans
Wont let you down like I did in the past
All I ask is for one more chance
High life
We livin' that high life
Luxury
High life
Luxury
We livin' that high life
By now you should know how a sip feels
He say, "One more
ghost writin’ my bars
Bromance in advance your given chance to my heart
I'm on tour, PGA
You've been a birdie by my side from our beginning days
Acronym
Good god man I'm feeling like a maniac
In a contest you get a head start since you need the handicap
Get sniped by my rhymes I'm a sharpshooter with
handkerchief
On a battered, broken lance
By the gates of the asylum
Where everybody's blown their chance
And I'm just sanding outside the walls
Counting window
blessed with vision, by god in his infinite wisdom
so king George the second has generously bankrolled our glorious mission
Endless money will roll right in
to the four
Yeah i'm getting money but a nigga need some more
Trap phone jumping got the bitches on they knees
And i like to smile cause my pockets saying
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
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