Lyrics:
coming down on double cup with what
Sizzurp
Momma told me JuanPe don't run
Scissors
All around the fucking on some tipping
I'm driving
I'm driving so slow
a thing quick and easy
Think slick, she better get wit the wick
'Cause foul, foul, foul is your style
You tried to run the race but you lost by
the coupe fighting headwinds
Fire burning sage bringing blessings
Land by the water for my residence
I'm a product of the elements
I'm standing in the coupe
cope
Need they laundry clean
Keep picking up the wrong soap
Life full of speed, slowed down by dope
So they run to them streets, and to the pole
Either
the mainstream
Radio, road man and stage show
At the same time
Watch what "Too Many Man" and "Sunglasses
At Night" do in 2-00-9
Let me show you why I'm the King
and love how it sounded
When ya see the king kneel to the ground, make a fist and pound it
Who do you believe in? Is it he, is it me? W-E- them G-O-D's
a bus, nigga
Mionetto, the Chef is on ill levels
Be the custom ill bezel, we get down
All the hills meddle
Real rebels that run through the real ghettos
the vehicles
Their hatred built
Fueled by the sweat and blood
Gotcha hand on the hilt
Playin' pinball, won't tilt
Electric shock, give a jolt
If shit goes down
Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts
The give-it get-it, never let it self pass the word, eyeing stubbornness
Martyrs talks money
King but after takin orders
I used to take the path to Latin Quarters across the waters
Where I learned to do the Who, yo, I couldn't stop
I brought
Him back, he's been replaced
We're the gangstas, the hustlers, we run this fuckin' town
Jesus tried to step up, but we shut his ass down (Fuck Jesus
is the need for water damage warranties
Let me be Claire, Deerling could run a track better in heels
Following Cyrus' lead, your World is far from
With voodoo mango
Shampoo sensing
Himalayan salt by Sherpa Tenzing
Pouring gallons of water with aroma tensing
Our motor's out of fuel It's running
back
Now his name is Stucky Mack, tryin to fuck a black
In fact I got the 411, so you can buy a gun
Lench Mob's got the devil on the run, down with King
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
chin-checked by niggas with less, oh, you a king, nigga
Let me show you how I get down snatch crowns
And take your legacy, it's done with finesse, you at best
I
no dollars and bad karma
No pot to piss in just a Piston like Ben Wallace
Causing malice in ya palace test me in mid autumn
Will you run or Ron ima don
make her dance No Juicy
But I'm so fresh it look like they juiced me
F.L.Y. til I D.I.E.
Balling by my lonely in my own league
Run it like the Point
live in denial (fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down
you di hungry
Say a prayer to papa God
E go answer eh
Everything go be alright
Ve vi bani kuyiadze
Don't let them put you down
Dey go di put you
looking at me like its my fault
So far na smoke, we a go mould ah!
So far e high!- We pass it round-Ah
So far na Pounds- Young Don, break it down!
‘Fore she
a place of my hand bag
I was down on my face last year
Coz I had a few pricks
That would not give a hand back
Now I'm up and I'm on top gears
And them
people down in hell still want ice water
Now how you livin nigga? When hard times come
Can you stand prison nigga, or you gon' run yo' tongue?
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