Lyrics:
we go
Gettin better each time
I can flippy flop my flow
By the time they really hear me
I'll be prolly rich and old
Peakin over my glasses
Like told ya
you rollin' wit'? (uh)
Oh you be up north?
Yea we know you lit
Oh you from out west?
Heard yall' hold yall' shit
Damn you be out Kenzo?
You just tryn'
hit the road with your fucked up weave.......
(Ice Cube)
How would you like to get a nigga rugged and raw
Outlaw rollin' down the shaw
Don't you want
I try to think of myself
Lately I just do this for wealth
Lately I don't think of my health
Get the bag the bag on my own
Yeah I could do this by
a trap nigga and
She like me 'cause I'm rich
I can never be a hoe and
I put that on my soul
All my niggas on the road
Take my chain I gotta blow
I be
Hangin' out the whips rocks dangling off my wrist, yeah
I'm a ball till I die, why? 'Cause I'm a Play be O why
Guess who's the man this quarter, the rich
a sniper, shootin down men
But when I saw you starin at me I knew I was goin to win
The big prize behind door number two
Your legs I want in through, what you
block we watched n*ggas get washed
F*ck 'em no getting involved
Headed uptown not by 125th
I come through sh*ttin
Harlem b*tches hitting me to come
What's up, dog?
What you need, nigga?
Ah shit, one time
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
ha friend (watchout) Goin gotdamn that depends (gotdam) Ion know where the bish been (I don’t) Thinkin bout the money I spent (hmm) By now coulda been
Copy my drip man u can't
I paint dese pictures no paint
I'm only 19 at da club I sit at da bar an dey giving me drinks
I'ma get big like a tank
wassup
Not bout to cuff not on no smut
I'll stay by myself rollin some l's
Welcome to hell we livin in shelves into expansions i'm bout to build
Pop me
straight from cali you won't never see me fight
Had to leave big cuz behind he couldn't leave them percs alone
Quit calling to talk plays you know they
real like we pull up full court zone
On that liquor royal
Sippin real hard that Patrón
Make it make it
Spend it spend it
Rich Homie Twan spend it
Big duo
get rich
My brother in this bitch
He rollin the opps we finna get lit
Got cutters in this bitch
Aint doing no fussin' in this bitch
I up i bust up in
Aye yall
Come here
Hurry up, he finna go off
Free Big Luci
Yea I like this shit
I might roll me another one
They done made him mad
I don't think this
When I ride by myself my left seat the big glock
Must've fell out the bed
I woke up with a big knot
Run it Run it Run it Run it Up
Okay okayyyyy
Run it
hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)
Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these
[Mr. Sancho]
This is for the riders for the south siders
The ones that get by the fuckin police when they find us
Rollin deep through your streets
Bronx most wanted, front get confronted
Playa, we rollin' deep in the one point five hundreds
Like Big I., red eyed, mad blunted
You step outside
Driving porsches, by the time, they get rich
They corpses
Son, it's a shame, but in this game
The strong survive
Either get live or get slain
Cuz in
Bronx most wanted, front get confronted
Playa, we rollin' deep in the one point five hundreds
Like Big I., red eyed, mad blunted
You step outside
World freestyle, tell 'em niggas don't play with me, Za
That's sixty bars, that sixty thousand (yeah, King Rollins)
Another twenty for the pendant
(Ay, you could turn it down if it get too loud)
(I got money comin' in by the pound)
(My name is JoMNi)
(You better know better)
(You know I'm
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