Lyrics:
bag, Gucci shoes, Louie V, Jimmy Choos
(L.A., L.A.)
Prada bag, Gucci shoes, Louie V, Jimmy Choos
Boy, you're a classy man
I could see by your Rolex
goodnight, know your time running soon
King of the night when I loot like raccoon
Bags under eyes when sleep calls I'm immune
If you living like me, bet you'd
everyone
Jimmy has debts and Jimmy has ties
That he can't get out from under
If you look far enough into his eyes
It'll rock you just like thunder
science
That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny a music messiah's returnin'
You die
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
as the valedictorian
He was yawning as he came around the corner
Mumbled talking
Looking like a speed walker sorta
Bags under his eyes, days since he slept
Sweat on his
I was in the 3rd grade on a yellow bus
smaller than most but I was still tough
had a backpack of books and my lunch in a brown paper bag
jimmy rowe
Thirty clip hangin' low like my thang (grrah, bah)
Been sippin' drank so my voice a lil' strained
Okay cool, bitch, go get hit by a train (bitch, get
did my brother Khaled, nigga
Khaled was loyal to you, nigga
The pain I seen in my brother's eye, nigga
FaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he took that
Pieces takes their part in the food chain
And their name is commonplace in the latest
Interview with a lady named Witherspoon
Don't eat a whole bag, kid
petted my fur
Fuck me in the goat-ass!
Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
And threw me in the mosh pit
They passed me around
I've been on the truck for 51 years.
My only friend is the A.M. radio.
Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by,
But it's always rocks and beer
hear my cry
Can you hear my cry
Lord I’m damn near bleedin out my eye
If I see it and need it it’s all mine
By any means necessary down to the small
acting stupid
I got bags under my eyes, dollar signs in my pupils yeah
I don't get the best sleep
So much shit that stress me
Lately I've been kept up
By
my bitches and jimmy choo
Wasnt for this bag I dont know what ill do
Cost me 600 to lace the shoe
Bring out them cameras we making a movie
Yeah fuck
the next millennium
What world are we really in, amphibians moved to the Caribbean
Underwater force, placed under the court of law
Usually sport Warlaw, my
from your dome abrasions
'cause my chrome is blazin', I'm naughty crunk
Got the bop gun like Sir Nose D'Voiddoffunk
Bitch, I pull a sawed-off from under
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
She in my phone under young ratchet
That bitch so bad
Pussy on drip, pockets on crip shit
She don't wear no flags
Shorty gone get to the bag, run up
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
a saint but hail saint laurent
This ain’t just for front we
Do bird off drive by
I blow a bag swerve off a fly ride
Shit now I got this bitch
She should be
alone.
For everyone that's lost control
My heart will not fear fear no more
I'll pack my bags and leave the throne
Before I go if you would know
Our
Activision and your Microsoft
Security pat me down the Ruger in my under cloth
Shots fire leave the body in the undercroft
You should never underestimate
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