Lyrics:
got purp, Dem Boyz got haze
Dem Boyz got glocks, Dem Boyz got K's
Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin paid
Yo, now I'm an eastside resider
Keep
got purp, Dem Boyz got haze
Dem Boyz got glocks, Dem Boyz got K's
Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin paid
Yo, now I'm an eastside resider
Keep
got purp, Dem Boyz got haze
Dem Boyz got glocks, Dem Boyz got K's
Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin paid
Yo, now I'm an eastside resider
Keep
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
To all my boys behind bars
You know who you are
Keep your head up, I promise I got you
That's dem Miami boyz
With them dade county face
Movin weight, we
, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
Absolutely no one under 17 will be admitted
Without parent or certified adult guardian
They'll fry your brain, they're sick as hell
Jolly good fun,
start by makin' it clear
That ain't got a thing to do with us
Tell me what it is that I gotta do, baby
For you to be my girlfriend?
And girl, I know
over
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over
Indeed, I am
Flossy like gangsta shit
I got pounds of weed and keys
Sittin' on G's
Catch
little but I figured I’d
Be bigger if I sold crack so I sold that
OG’s from the block told
Me "Youngin hold that" so I held dat
Got on front street
over
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over
Indeed I am
Flossy like gangsta shit
I got pounds of weed and keys
Sittin' on G's
Catch
shit, " he says
"you got to look at it from my point of view
I always wanted to say this
To the judge: ‘Think about
Your son if your son grew
Up in
the accolades, I'll take the stacks, Maybachs and things
Every twelve months, my address change
I get a rush just from clappin' things (boom, boom, boom, boom
, boom, boom, boom
Bang, bang, bang, bang
From the bottom I got up, to the top of the pro's
From the gutter to the shutter, trimmed out in gold
Life
to vote
Nigga count your blessings, lighters on the dresser
I scoped it, a whole body, so yes I'm well invested
From Fig row to the airport to them
Boom boom boom boom
I've been poisoned by your eyes tonight
My pulse on overload I've gotta try
I can speak or think I want you as mine
You made my
something to share!
*slow pop music starts*
Mr. Lunt: Baby I know your eyes see right through my disguise
Boyz: (Larry, Jimmy, Junior): And no one can deny
dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you
dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you
diva, not even
There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her
Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming
Gotcha girlfriend dreaming
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya, sittin' higher
Flyin' then what yours is
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin'
anyways, F it, what's been up? Man, how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call
be the sneaker, Lanvin or Balmain
Goyard by the trunk, her Isabel Marant
I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior
Your Damir Doma, Vena Cava from
be the sneaker, Lanvin or Balmain
Goyard by the trunk, her Isabel Marant
I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior
Your Damir Doma, Vena Cava from
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