Lyrics:
I've got a fast car
Out of nineteen sixty nine
It may not get me far
But it's vintage by design
And I've got an old guitar
Some say that I should
rode with a cat on a one-eyed dragon up medina ridge's sand
We've leaped from the highest heavens with St. Michael's warrior band
We've ridden bolts
some clowns
We just call em bozo
P's by the pound
If I'm pulling up
Keys to the town
Wit my lil thottie
Boosie wipe me down
They don't want no beef
We be
the world
Just like I'm Boosie Boo
She said she'll never leave me
She gon say the same to you
Yeah shoutout Lil Stan that's still my Dade County Goon
Say I
a old head then I dead it
Yea I might eat the cake
Thats my little Debbie
Said I might eat the cake
That's my lil Debbie
I no longer have feelings
For any
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
three (Thirty From Three)
Bigg Macc, Got a fat bitch on me
$200k by the end of the week (On God)
Smoking on weed
Same color as your paper, Lil' bitch my
the party
On my own wave lil nigga I'm too gnarly
Play boy just like Carti
I got swag for sale
I fell in love with the scale
Bustin down these bells
Cant
Intro Talking:(Rico Savelli)
Street Gospel,
8016 N Mark st,
Bkessin Come In All Shapes And Form Nigga,
Tampa Fl 33604,
Use Your Brain (Yea)
Street
the ting ain't talkin' no mackerel
Gang all the same, the damage collateral
And I'm going in again
Takin' a shot? Just tell me when
Gn and awake like
But I won't tell ya how many and incriminate thee
M-I-X-T-A-P-E, street money make me sound like Lil Boosie
Can't get no money 'cause he don't move no
on the waist like a suplex
Everybody's asking they wanna know who's next
Like I'm getting servered at bar by suzette
Mean & clean when I fling on the crew neck
as a college student
Sayin watch my shoes since Lil Tunechi took that spot from Boosie
Military blues so fly
That's how I flew my father's coop
And moved to LA
It’s The New St. Louis, nigga
I’m drinking to hide all the Paine
And they killing they potna for fame
They know me well when I’m making deposits
The greatest player in the game I had to make em see it
Undrafted in the 1st the best kept secret
Letter to the rap game I just hope you read it
Pops
the store, get whatever you need, like this s**t free
Life a movie and this s**t 3D, one blunt three G's
Old me would be proud of me, cause i live my dreams
I went down to Old Joe's Bar
On the corner by the square
All the men were having drinks, same as usual
And the same old crowd was there
Oh, no...
Stay smoked out, Money Mark stay loched out
Bicardi wit tha chokes out, hollerin' folks out
When I go by hittin this, Slip-n-Slide ain't no forgettin'
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
The Player Party
Stay Player
Look
Lil' homie
We are not the same
Went through that alley by myself
I was the last one left
And you folded
Dog
We are not
[Lil Ya]
MAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!! We need to run that....U.P.T. FOR LIFE!!!!!!!
[Yella]
Damn nigga!
[Chorus-Yella, Lil Ya, & Tec-9]
Get Into It
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
in the kitchen
Puttin' pots on the stove
The right pimps get drugs in lil rows
I was only 'bout 10 or 11 years old
I had to get in it fast
It was money
(talking)
Houston, Texas, the third largest city in the U.S.A.
We really off the hook, we off the chain man
[Lil' Keke]
No doubt, off the rip, ain't
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