Lyrics:
the math, I'm coppin' Chanel bags
Talkin' Belle Harbour, cigars by Hermes (woo)
Know we ran the streets, eating cold bully beef (huh)
Now we
Shit sick
Now let it just sit
Who really want it with this
Ya'll talk guns
Guns that don't bust
Ya'll talk cash
Cash ya don't got
Ya'll talk a whole lot
do it in white coz i love what i doing so im letting em watch
Put my foot on the gas this is Tom on the beats and chasing my dreams no i cant even stop
do it in white coz i love what i doing so im letting em watch
Put my foot on the gas this is Tom on the beats and chasing my dreams no i cant even stop
'til the tears, dried up inside me
Revenge to the end, laws in NYC
Got up by the way I used to be
Apartment 5D where dope fiends in the hall
Try your
tang
Slow song on the bone rec hall dance
Double date Debbie with a pole in my pants
First comes love like it always did
Or we wouldn't be talkin'
The whole town is owned by Big-Jack, Big-Jack
The tow-truck, car-lot, bank, store, hotel, police, judge, school, church,
bar, swim-pool, town hall, sidewalk,
I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals
I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why
I just popped up, eating breakfast, asking ""why?""
[Interlude:
I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals
I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why
I just popped up, eating breakfast, asking ""why?""
[Interlude:
I remember
I wanted to tell you, "I love you," when I told you, "I like you"
You said we could meet up again, up in Athens over the summer
I remember
Baby got an attitude, girl just tell me how you feel
You be worried bout these other hoes, whole time you know the deal
Your last nigga was a clown,
some, and at this junction
I'd rather lose my whole life than fall back into that shit storm, so
I got a lot of love for people with no love for me
Can't
by two times and
Get her shit together then tell her meet me in the
Back lot this two door coupe with tinted windows
Front seat I give her backshots
good
I rub my penis tip while Michael fucks
Love that, love that black power in my
Wife's sweet and sour
Let Jamal slam that muff for
A whole three
like Tom T. Hall
Sad spun laughs off a disco ball
They could kinda play but they could really drink
Somebody'd finally say exactly what they think
paint the town red
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take a whole lot for me to settle
Mm,
Uh
A lot of damn times thought I might break down
A lot of damn times but it's not right now
I been on the grind gotta hold my ground
Hold my ground
they love to taste
Fiends say your shit was great
You see that nigga, pinch his face
Have a seizure by the gate
We call that shit the Harlem Shake
There’s no point falling for
Someone who wouldn’t lift a finger for you
I’ve got nothing else to say
And a whole lot to weigh up
I thought I put
a whole bunch of fry deals
I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why
I just popped up eatin breakfast askin why
(Big Moe)
Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah
I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals
I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why
I just popped up eatin breakfast askin why
(Big Moe)
the Fish you know
I got Emmylou, U2 and Arlo, James Taylor, Jimmie Rodgers, Hank Williams, Mojo Nixon,
Hendrix, Haggard and a whole lot more
In that dusty
Cuz ain't no way I was born to pay bills and then die
Man I gotta do it big I ain't tryna get by
A lot of people say they living but they living
of this music, my whole block double crossed me
Got shot in the ass, bra
But ain't no love lost see
'cause now I have yo ass off the g's
An niggas
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