Lyrics:
dogs is ridin
'Cause I'm a, cheap fucker, street usher, eat supper with
Pack of wolves that act a fool, blood on they upper lip
Need a nigga, I'm
that?
Night bus, New Years Eve, one December back
All these memories, these memories I hold
Then next thing I know I end up on the road
Toured Usher,
seats
Keep them yucky bitches from around me
Feel like Usher, ho, 'cause you remind me
Of a bitch I used to fuck with when I was broke but now my 750
counting sheep
One time for the tip getting boppers
Two times for the ratchet baby Movas
Three times that we fucked up in her Honda
I almost hit usher,
The birds eye view
Who heard I do
Prefer my boo
Have curves like You
U-Turn
It's your turn, ima let you learn
Don't toucher like Usher, that's a new burn
a sucka
Fuck around and give you my confession like I'm Usher, Yeah
I done put everything in this team
It's bigger than what it seems
We starting a new
them hammers
In that new Jag wagon, with James Bond vagrant
Medina all - red; mira give me - head
Bad bitch, look like Eva Mendes
I'm a gangsta, general,
them hammers
In that new Jag wagon, with James Bond vagrant
Medina all - red; mira give me - head
Bad bitch, look like Eva Mendes
I'm a gangsta, general,
Lil baddie hit my old phone yuh
So burnt like she usher back in 04 yuh ay
Lil mama wanna roll through yuh
No way that foolish like its 02 yuh ay
Lil
Ride or die riding in the coupe
Listening to Usher sing my boo ooo oooooh
All I really think about is you
Anything you want I get for you
Me and you
In the booth at Pakistan
Yeah I got my shit banging
Letting shit burn
Like my choppa
Usher Raymond
I got chop sticks on me
Like a nigga eating
Ramen
"And we'd like to thank our junior ushers for doing
such a wonderful job, look at 'em ... Pastor Skillz's
last sermon with us today. But it's not
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
Sorry clown! Super future thug
12 shoe shoot you through the rug
James Bond, watch on my arm
Tellin' me who to truck my God's my gun
Don't need him since
Some niggas out here moving crazy
I'm just tryna live my life in HD
You been simping and you know it
Usher Raymond dancing cause it's rainy
She been
(Muah!)
Back when James Harden never bothered playing muthafuckin' defense huh (Weeps!)
I was at a crossroads, would I tend to follow tend to be a leader
They chasin' these women, but they the real
bitches Singin' just like Usher Raymond I'm raisin the bar I'm turnin' it up, on 4th and 20, I still ain't
Tears of rage left a friend
Blowin in the wind
But time is god
Been back for 10 years and black again
Some of them same cats
Help usher in gangster rap
the Dude
On the way to the telly, we was bumpin' R. Kelly
And right before I cut her, it was confessions from Usher
She ain't used to a thug, she love
Some of them same cats helped
Usher in gangsta rap
Damn, our interviews were better than
A lot of them acts
Praised the gangsta just because it sold
a "Shamone"
Paid attention to his lyrics; he wished we leave him alone
(Leave me alone) huh, leave him alone
Huh, leave him alone
James Brown and Michael
to tell you how I fell night and day
Mess with me
Cause this kid can play
House party
The roofs on fire ( Bloodhound)
Ushers Confessions
Let burn
Heat it up
I just had a Martin Luther dream
Wooh, wooh, wooh!
I was in a big ass house
Fuck nigga tryna Rick James my couch
Can't have that no we can't have
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