Lyrics:
approached her "hi boo, how you?"
Tony skin Louis oh you fly too
You a stewardess good ma I fly too
Now a nigga got baking to bake
Harlem shake naw I'm
man, for giving me your daughter Ann."
When I come home and I feel like I've been run over by a ten-ton truck she can rub my shoulder and ease my aches
[Chorus: x2]
Smokin' on that doe doe and a skunk
As I bump with the humps in the trunk
I'm sippin' on that Hennesey because it's all good
As I
Shots fired, home invasion out on Palm Isle
Red beam detonators, who the bomb now?
Look you in your eyes, nigga, 'fore I say good night
And pray that
Bonnie?
I can be your Clyde
I can make you feel good gyal
Everything nice
Come my side
I just need a down to earth gyal
That will ease my stress
Let's have
Corleone, we run downtown
Murder's an every day thing in the city
Where you gotta clock chips, jack robberies and doin' hits
Ton, Eighty, and Nate, in
Hi my name Tony I'm rapping like Price Flo
Feel like I'm Travis smoke Scotty at night shows
Demons can't grab me my cross got a tight hold
Out
Will their faces be stony
When they see on their Sony
Someone handing the phony
The Tony Award!
I would like to begin by thanking everyone
Qho
giving me your daughter Ann
When I come home and I feel like I've been run over
By a ten-ton truck she can rub my shoulders and soothe my aches
and down
I been lost and found
They can see my now
Them no fit shut me down
Them no fit shut a man down
In real life, the days keep going by
All the good
victim to the motion
Mental eaten by a shark
Chasing all these women
Getting caught up in the feeling
What your body really missing
Is a fam Tony Stark
Where is the drank at?
Can Somebody pass me a cup
Im feelin good rn
They told me talk on the mic
But im high right now
It make me i feel like im mike
makin' a ?, I burn a lot of bridges down
Then I played in the ash like fuck your following
All we ever wanted was good pussy and credit scores
Their own
I'm not sure
Does anybody make trill shit anymore
All up in club surrounded by Michael Kors
Like do bitches even have real tits anymore
Bow 'till your
I only smoke dope with my homies
You ain't smokin for free on the lowly
Buy 5 grams in a day like posty im so stony
She dated someone named tony
ham
While these rappers more like bologna
Talking shit on face cam
I run em over like I'm Tony
I'm T-Money ya'll want controversy
I'm too good you not
of us are saying it, but it feels like we're startin somethin
Tempted to lay my cards on the table no time for frontin
Caz honestly I been praying to God
Bang cuz the money gets made like that
Oh the money gets made by the stack
And I might just run up a check
Cuz Killa just keep it a rack
And a hater
got new veneers
She flew across the country and came home without a souvenir
It's rule of thumb, we don't see eye to eye then play it by ear
It's
feels like a MIDGET is hanging from my necklace
I pulled up with a million trucks
Looking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks, ahh!
Pass the bottles,
good
But Wu Tang is the best
Monster cut truck balley shit
Champagne spilling while we hitting every
Bump that my Denali hit
Outfit is four thousand
or it's tragic
I"ma stay good with this magic
It's in the bag and the mattress
Nigga I'm going all in (yeah)
I'm going straight for the rim (yeah)
You
feel good, Tony told me
Hoes sued me, you be left in line
Shoot do home movies, fuckin' half the time
Killa, face, hunned, thousand
She be straight, 3-45
Like the 'pollo, I
The holy spirit of Chicago
Married to the game
I should have took the bitch to Cabo
I know, I know like Bill Withers, feel niggas
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