Lyrics:
She don't know money so she callin' you rich
You ain't got game so you fall for the shit
Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split
Now
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
Summer you should visit me at Papa Murphy's
To work off all that pizza you can do some burpees
Covered in my money like it comes out of a shower
Catch me
up, " Nicki says
Standing up to count the votes
No one moves "All in favor of ‘All Eyes on
You'?" She is persuasive
Making hip-hop work in the pop world
out one call them hoes fallin' in
They cheerin' for the kid 'cause I'm ballin'
Winter, spring, summer, fall, I just want it all
Got a joint rolled
got dank stanzas
Drawer by drawer they get pantless
I breathe gin and set standards
Don't see skin but a blank canvas
Let it sink in like fine needles
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
might spot your ride and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back
a kid
Now I dwell and bid
Where all the lyricists live
I'm sitting in the spot like what?
The hands of the clock are
Melting off
Years flew by supplying
to say
The homies talkin' about I feel they
Seem to be raisin' hell
My mom is bitchin' cause I'm in
And out of every jail
Feel like the way that's how
My
and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back son
Me and Shock up in
and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back son
Me and Shock up in
album
You know, just battling and shit
Used to play ball
Shout out to all the niggas
I killed in Morningside
Mook, you know about that shot in
The middle
Soulja Boy's verse was wack (it was)
In that whole interview Kanye was out of line
Big Sean the worst nigga he said he ever signed (haha)
He don't like
(in this white man's world)
In this white man's world, I ain't sayin' I'm innocent in all this
I'm just sayin (in this white man's world)
This song
'Cause mad niggas come like, "I got this goin' on
I got this TV show about to come out, niggas is lyin'"
I remember son, I told y'all
Then you put me in
Early night jumping out the Porsche
Joint rich hoodie and sweats, smoking as good as it gets
Life of the party, know I get it started
I take a shot
Mac-11 boy that new Glock forty
I bring it to your residence
Like a landlord hommie
Its evident that you dudes don't know me
I seen in all in these ain't
million)
Listen, Spud, we got three million in the can, here
We'll look after him, I'll send the bird to his mother
Come on, let's just get out of this
ethnic culture they can plug a mike to.
The imperialists rub their hands in glee
As the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any
out bread sticks
I break every bone in your foot you try
To give me that easy dead kick
So that when you slide up like a
Dancer we'll all see your leg
Smoke you like a joint
I'll take all your girls and I'll rock your boys
Everybody flocking 'cause I got the noise
I control my world you boys are not
and restaurants that cater
We go all out 'til we fall out
That's the only thing that's major
That's the only thing that's major
The sunset falls, the stars
Our world is G so roll with me
And Silkk The Shocker and grab some gin for this vodka
Got summertime rockin for your jeeps and trucks
Big June Bug in
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