Lyrics:
What's up fool, I got like about 3 buck on the Rossi
Let's go get perved
You don't wanna get perved, nigga
You don't wanna fuck wit this Rossi
frosty when I stack 'em line by line
This my time, so check the clock, from 9 - 5 I let it knock
Let 'em talk, cuz men of action make things happen round
there's only you
Far from the sight,
Where no one can view
In every flash at night
Your projections are true
Too much thinking that's not new
c white
sweet Cherry Cream insides
When the sun goes down then it's time to ride like
Monte Carlo
On the road real low
And you know how it goes
When I'm rolling
MORTICIAN: Not at all. See you on Thursday.
CUSTOMER: Right.
[clop clop]
MORTICIAN: Who's that then?
CUSTOMER: I don't know.
MORTICIAN: Must be a king.
somewhere
at least that's what my brother told me
but i don't remember being there
do you remember being there
where did the time go
cause all of these years
Rich when he just came home and then gave the keys to a (?)
Oh, you don't know Bamz?
Fuck nigga, that nigga go chopped
7:30 my time, I
't stop
I don’t give a butt about no politics in rap
My little homie Stunna Deuce
Ain’t never comin' back
So I got to go hard every time I jump on wax
Bump
C4 c4
And the CEO
Gucci Mane’s a G, G i’m tryna sell a P, P’s
From A to Z (From A to Z) you know about B
You know about B
You know I fuck with Wee
everyday shit is real
(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)
I know how you feel, yeah, look
I been out here grindin' so long
But still
Every time I go the wrong way you turn me back around
Turn me back like whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, whoa, forever, ever, ever, ever
Do you wanna look
the struggle, you know
Real shit everyday, everyday shit is real
(Every hood)
every ghetto, every block, every trench) I know how you feel, yeah, look
I been out
here and say nobody helped me turn
Ghetto wealthy earn every cent by myself
See that type of talk is bad
Like a school yard brat
I'm making volume
wine
Santana d-v-x make you wanna have sex (ooh)
I'm rich bitch! I'm havin' my chips
Get laid all the time, by 70's chicks, uh
Won hella grammies,
got PTSD i'm steady sippin lean
And i'm clutching every glock a nigga got come with a beam
Yeah you left me no choice
Even the honda a sport
Even
on a rari and a ss monte carlo
Young rich ni*** get money
I dont feel no sorrow o o
I dont feel no sorrow
I’m hardest ni*** doing this sh**
The fu** you mean
previous ones
Your eyes are familiar to mine every time
The Story of Wolf and Panther
My soul
We met in a different dimension again
You are the grey wolf
I
games had washed out in the rain.
I'd slipped out of my shift on some sort of screw up with the schedule.
There's a couple newer places by the river but
(B-Legit)
What's up fool, I got like 3 buck on the Rossi
Let's go get perved
(E-40)
You don't want to get perved, nigga
You don't want to fuck
the windows!
Mami, I know that you're a nympho
Every time I see you we be fogging up the windows!
When I'm rolling with my kinfolk
Cheeching up the car, we be
go home!" is an order, so you must use the ...?
(lifts Brian by his hairs)
B: The ... imperative.
C: Which is?
B: Ahm, oh, oh, "I", "I"!
C: How many
gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the words, it's picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery
gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the words, it's picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery
gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the words, it's picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery
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