Lyrics:
your majesty
You're the one I'm calling when I lose touch with reality
Wrote a hit for you
Cause I'm in bliss with you
When you're at war I'll be
VCR nigga, please unhook it
Run the DVD when the satellite crooked
Honey, what you mean you ain't never seen
A big-screen in the back
and get me
We run dis city, you can't do nothin' wit me
It's young red ya'll, I'm rollin' somethin' sticky
You see them 20's, believe they worth three
army like I
Rolled up with half of my friends
You ain't up to par with the pen
I'll swing bar for bar 'til it ends and
Done man and laugh when it ends
still at it when the sun go down
All summer twenty twenty i'll be gettin money ayy
All summer twenty twenty i'll be gettin money ayy
All summer twenty
And the name be fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squatting things
With them twenty-two inch chopper blades
Diamond face, diamond
nigga, How You Luv That
20 Hot Girls to bone nigga, How You Luv That
Brrrr, 20 PrimeCo phones
Nigga how you gon' tell me
That shit ain't changed
When
[BABY] (Talking):
Mmmm-hhmmm... Fa sho.
You do big th'angs when you a Big Tymer.
And even if you ain't, nigga...
Just keep grindin, nigga...
You
[Baby talking]
Um hmm:fo sho
You can do big thangs when you're the Big Tymers
And even if you ain't nigga just keep grindin' nigga
You really don't
my advice
Don't let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20's for the six hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch
But when my tones in your
Face you say bye bye
Nigguhs love to see this hate on
The ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by
Them boys in blues
He
For Meek he watched their DVDs
Religiously and emulated them
You can find videos online of
Meek's early teenage years
When he would battle rap
ya like?
Red I flight the night
From L.A. to N.Y.
I'm Harlem bound
You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett 'round
Niggas get the heart to holla
deceivable
Believe it's true
When you say you clap gats
That's unbelievable
No one believing you, you never shot shit
I'll pop and make you shit on yourself
'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
With television, Dreamcast, DVDs
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga
I'm saying? So the nigga tell me
My attitude negative bitch I'm
In the negative, what the fuck you mean?
I wanna be casket sharp ready
When death call
believe me I'll never bite the hand that feeds me. cwe shit, Ni**g here comes the SED's you and yo punks can never get the best of me the Stickney street
When the lights shut off
And it's my turn to settle down
My main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
about when You sing chords
I just wanna go, Rand, seriously
I don't wanna be caught up in Your Music
I don't want to be identified by You
I don't want
you been rollin' solo
Time to get down with the team
The grass is greener on that other side
If you know what I mean
I'll show you shit you never seen
illustrated by myself
All of em narrated by myself
either let me breathe or get DDT'd,
Do you smell what the rock is cookin on ebt
I been schemin on it
(Trick Daddy) CHORUS: You off the chain with it,
You do yo' thang with it
The way you talk it when you walkin girl you slang with it
You
thousand I'll leave your state
[H.A.W.K.]
Down south these bezeltines an baggets
So much ice you could bobsled off my chest
[Lil' Flip]
Down south we sip
and half white
C'mon this sound it had
To come from somewhere, right?
Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue
And if you stepping to me like
It is I'll
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