Lyrics:
If I made a million dollars i would split it five ways
Buy designer for my mama and a house by the bay
Have my driver keep a chopper and a block
to the ground by high as a cloud
Create my own wave don't follow the crowd
Work like a slave but mama she proud
Open your head you fuck with her child
Just go
you win or lose
I gotta get it by any means I gotta do what I gotta do
Big Bank Big House and new whip that's my mood/
mind on my money grind and shine
you're
I did it mom you'll be so proud
Aye D clouds roll I see you smile
Aye lil bro this house may not have room
We got three more
Sum by the coast so
rikkas
Well, stunnin', front with ya, we hunt an' come hit ya
Gizuh, now grab me an' still might out run this
We gonna tell the tow man an' woman, tell 'em
plug rikkas
Well, stunnin', front with ya, we hunt an' come hit ya
Gizuh, now grab me an' still might out run this
We gonna tell the tow man an'
up
You know it's nothing but love
But I ain't always gon' be there when you run out of luck
And that's trill
Not everybody ends up with a house
NIGHT GOAT:
She was my way da bed and i could run my teeth.
It's more like hundred mile nol and know mor men but you can make my teeth growl.
No-no, no, no
Yeah
I don't step out the house, I be workin'
On my 'Gram, on my 'Gram, they be lurkin'
On my own, by myself, soul searchin',
take it personal?
Unu talk bout don, you think me come fi don.
All me have fi do is send for the new gun.
Anything test dead!
Limb by Limb we are
take it personal?
Unu talk bout don, you think me come fi don.
All me have fi do is send for the new gun.
Anything test dead!
Limb by Limb we are
And she can do what she wants
She just gotta run me by it
I feel good
Money in my jeans, I just hustled real good
Broke up with a bad one
I hope we're
ending the game all long
Twelve o clock midnight I run through ya house
Opposites is quiet as a mouse, we in ya hall way
An I'm eyed grape in the garage
walkin' out the house with style and grace
(Don't you)
You pick up your girl and take her to dinner
'Cause when the night is over you think you're gonna win
*Chorus*
Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices on my head now I got to
Rottwielers by my bed
*Verse 1*
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
every second stackin'
Paper every week i'm in the field nigga
I might run up in some cleats
Was in Japan so long I
Almost learned to speak, had to leave
challenging ourselves to
Better than we are white folks
Instead of driving-by using the "N" word
They will say:
(Look! Look at them! Oh! my God!
They're
[Chorus]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
I'll take 30
War teacha drive by inna di school bus
Ratchet knife cut out fool guts
Pussy marrow fly when di tool buss
Bwoy blood a run pon di road like yellow cab
Some days, I wonder what's wrong with me
I thought I did right, but I'm probably too close to see
I'm trying to get right
And get by
Getting better
man, it just kept out
Almost every day by the bay now
Me and Yaygo up the hill, we at G's house
We was zoomin' down the boulevard, Jay Loud
Stay away,
the young couple who tempted their fate
By going to this infamous death hole of which none ever returned to tell the tale
When the full moon is up, they
ANOTHER YEAR.
By Victor Godwin. (Lyrics).
1. Another year, another year
See your blessings all over me
Everywhere I de go
somebody tell a nigga on that Henn', you need to chill out (chill out)
My house used to be a home, now it feel a like a jailhouse (yea)
Stayin inside was
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