Lyrics:
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
mixtapes with features
Better than your album
Bounce Master with the Street Sweeper
For you heat seekers and them double
D cup ladies and IG divas
My mixtape
I can take you all around the world
Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed-out wheels
First class ticket, G-4, you that deal
For
shit they want more but the air still dry Cornelius Fillmore
This is not the album it's the fucking grand tour
But I'm still on track but the track still
O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch, I'm the same
Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name
Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same
Made thirteen
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
Maybe I’d have a different life I might be a millionaire
Maybe I’d be shopping right now for my very first Bentley
But when I hit the road on my way home
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
by the boobies, booby trapped
All white Bentley, I call that mama
My life crazy, like Obama's
You talk slick? Well I'm Osama
Bin Laden, I'm
I don't even smoke cigars but I'ma light up a cigar for this one
Just talk my shit yo
This wasn't originally on the album,
It just made it 'cause I
You picking up pennies, I'm picking up Bentleys
And this aint no cap, but your girlfriend is pretty
I might take her round in the whip cause I'm
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
to find a way to assess me
Different cloth, by the way that you sleep on me you'd think I came from a bed sheet
Drive a point til my tank is on empty, I'm
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
time’ll have me flat by the life line
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
Neighborhood nino
Bithces call me Dolla
But these niggas call me D-Bo
(Chorus)
Akon:
Niggas that u ever saw
Don't make me have to come
Around and spray at all
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
black as the strap I'm using to hit the rival
Last album was great but I know this one is greater
I made it this far as a great tastemaker without
sorry
Look I know I've been a cunt
Bare times we'd run
Out of the house
Cause shit, get brought back by the feds
And yeah
I guess we were pricks
myself
I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggaz with money, that's
dirty dishes
But the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes
First I wished for health 'cause I be thinkin' bout myself
I be drinkin' by myself,
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