Lyrics:
to the
Looking at the media they say I got a baby
On the way by Nicki I'm
Thinking the media crazy
Young nigga getting to the money
Dreams Worth More Than Money it
happening right here people dying of fear by the droves
And I know most of you
Either don't believe it's true,
Or else you don't know what to do
she's a ho by nature
Takes one to know one fo' sho' I'm a player
She ain't really happy 'less she lickin' a dick
With a sucker-ass nigga that be trickin'
Summertime
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton, the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich
And your ma, she's good lookin'
nicks
By 15, I got a felony by 16
I got my driver’s license start using
J’s car to pedal lean
College Park that my stompin’ ground
Used to trap out
down to my corduroys (La Flame)
Got bottles by the cases
Pussy by different races
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That
Alright boys
I got a whole palette of vision I need to go out by tonight (yeah)
I need you vigilant out there (yeah)
So keep your head up
Watch
how he passed
This fake gangsta shit be cool to a nigga get on yo' ass
Eighty racks up on me now big ol' .40 a extra mag
Got rich off Glad bags,
a crook
Take money off the books
Just as long as I'm liked
By a rich man's wife?
OK, hold up i can't rap about doing crime
But if I actually do crime,
Oh, oh, oh (ayy, yo, Nashi, you go crazy)
Lord knows I want that Audemar, but I ain't rich yet
Truth be told, I hit your ho, won't get your bitch
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged
-- and I'm one.
You come to get rich (damned good reason);
You feel like an exile at first;
You hate it like hell for a season,
And then you are
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged
warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing 'till you get
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
to the rich. He never did a friendly thing.
And when his best friend died he was right there by her side
And he lifted off her golden wedding ring.
is the ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Sir Joseph.
I grew so rich that I was sent
By a pocket borough into Parliament.
I always voted at my party's call,
a mind of no common order, or he would not
dare to teach my dear father to dance a hornpipe on the cabin
table. (Sees Ralph.) Ralph Rackstraw! (Overcome by
by and it caught my eye
That ass so super fat, oh my my my
Everybody outta her life, he oh so nice
You the best thing of all times
Best thing
Government of the people
For the people
By the people
Earlier today a Broward County appellate court judge has
Upheld the previous ruling
(You goddamn right)
You were put here to protect us
But who protects us from you?
Or should I say, who are you protecting?
The rich? the poor?
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