Lyrics:
Look it’s a lotta things change
Now she call me Rob Ace by my government name
And I fuck off money on my brothers with fame
And I smoke fat blunts
being sobers no fun
I'm surrounded by 33, bitches and they on one
The way she moving her body that shit is going dumb
Ass bouncing up like hydraulics she
exceptionally
I be tithing out here by myself, spending them Godly checks
I represent West Baltimore, R.I.P. ScootaUpNext (UpNext!)
Negus say Im dickriding, whole
a bad bitch by my side
I seen her moving, moving
Looking so pretty
Baddest little bitch in the city
Everybody want up in it
But she a gold digger
Take you
touchdowns
Said he treat em like gold
Back to back to back to back to back superbowls
Danger russ
We got weapons all around
Angry runs by 33
They can't get em
Enuanom ebien na y3 y3 adze wcle pushi kor na 3kor so wc hate'n haaa
Ne girl bae d33 cp3 nsu I nor touch am but I left her laking
Me and these boys there's
Lil nigga watch ya mouth
What the fuck y'all talking bout
33rd
Hit the pedal one time and I'm out
Move work even though its a drought
I had to link
by far
Expand your mind mami hope in the car
Lets turn it up cause I'm ROLLIN we CHOKIN
On Gelato 33 we SMOKIN just left the cookies shop
Blowin with
top off, getting topped off
By yo bitch what you thought though?
When it comes to the gwap
20's, 50's, hundos
Need it pronto
Blunt smoke
Run hoe
Bust
(Bow, bow, bow)
Nigga know we big opps
That’s why we steady dunking them (We dunking them)
I’m tryna break that hoe back
Send her by her nigga nem (Bitch
the morning to get the cheddar n pickles
Hustler by any means fxck you niggas opinions
Come close to my biscuit I'm making you lose feeling
Nigga I ain't had
the trench To the gutter
I might turn up
No telling what I put up
I made a deal with the cutters
No I ain't play by the rules
But I paid my dues
And made off
a
Muslim takes jihad or not
Since A&R only sign gangster rap acts
Don't get it twisted stereotyping by
Geography West coast syntax
I signify for C-Arson
fuckin' Koala
Not only Black Friday every month, we got Prada
She call me daddy, but I ain't her father
Ballin' with bro like MJ and Pippen
23, 33, yeah,
Inclining
I faced 50,000 for a nigga, ever seen a diamond
Niggas block, burnt out, should call that bitch Epstein Island
I'm a west side nigga, turning jacks
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own[00:28.67]Taking all the big shots[00:29.63]Calling all the big shots[00:30.40]Hands start flying[00:31.76]Who brought og to the winery[00:33.04]5some so I need four
everybody up to Baltimore city, trying to work in the factory
Until they all shut down and he started running from Pigtown to West 33
I was born
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
remember our days of courting
When your head lay upon my breast
You could make me believe by the falling of your arm
That the sun rose in the west
Come
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
sense of wrong and right
So young and so beautiful, my star, but please go
Set down West not the best in the end
It never happened like I wanted when she
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
what you think, I'm outside
You know I been waitin' by the doorman (West, West Side)
You know I would've stayed in L.A
Makin' more bread if I knew you
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