Lyrics:
in slow mo', up in the new GS with the
Sixteen(16) inch mobo's I had ta drop she off pick up my dog
Henny, cause hoe's come a dime a dozen and we got
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it, just to get by
24/7 I've been working overtime
Riley still wit his girl, but he knows
She ain't a dime, I can see that cellulite shit
Those are just dimes I can see their cellulite shit
Fred
a motherfucker and I got a potty mouth
I'm bout whatever man, I'm bout whatever man
I'm with whatever, man I do it, do it better
Man, I fucked your dime and now
Trash Mahal yea
Oo la la la
Oo la la la
You a liar you a liar
So am I
I gotta get by right
So am I
I gotta get by right
Fuck around and told
Listen, I'ma hundred percent hustla from my face to my feet
My lifetime cases the street, my dime places the street
Until I wake and see another
working that nine-to-five, I was waitin' homie
I was bussin' tables fantasizin' 'bout cakin' homie
Letting them slip away, my dreams wasn't waitin' on me
wit gravy
Menage, I almost got caught, what can I say
Fallin for the lust, I almost got bust Friday
But safely so, got em by the most high
He's
There's a sale down at the Five And Dime
And everything's going for dirt this time
I don't need this but it's so cheap
The visions of a bargain in my
anyway
Let me slay artists for tips
In the penny tray
By the way if that diamond ring don't shine
That's cause I bought it at the
Five-and-dime but don't
Valet parked her outside
Hundred chips, hundred dimes
Stunna man I'm the dime
You ain't did what I did ya dig
You ain't feed the project ya dig
You
9 M's over one-point-five
Damn right, I got a dime, they don't see me
I was probably wearin' Tru's before Chief Keef
Drop a five in the Sprite,
To a funky beat to make you have a ball and
Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump
C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
After thirty five years the grass still don't grow in that rock hard west Texas ground
Where my old dad still clings to that old coyote town
Like horses
blessed lucky fella |Just L-I-V-I-N |Living the good life||Catch it cook it Fridays nights|Croppie fry come on by|Bring your own or drink on mine|Good times
the diamonds put in by my dentist (my dentist)
I'ma shine when I'm skinnin' and grinnin' (shine)
Ice my watch, I'm not wastin' my time (my time)
Gunna
where we stole weight, and dough mind dine
And we don't tote six-shooters, we tote glock nines
And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes
It's
don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes
It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0
Hit the other side of sixteen and get ya mind blown
(Speak to them Jazze)
I
(Yea fly guy)
I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she want
I'm blind
You tell me this, tell me that actions don't lie
Now I'm rolling dimes with a girl that's a dime
Packed with attitude but she like five
Locked myself inside the yo
Finna take me a ride
Gotta V-Tec same as Honda Accord Hit the road I'm flying
We can hit up strip let's go to the store
This
been chilling gettin high up out my fuckin mind
Ain't got the time my line do like a dime bitch plus another 5
I just made another 5 i still grind like i
see in me
I spent like five years on my grind and I would give it up for my dime
I done flooded out my rollie
Ian into wasting my time
Done dealt wit
with that shit like Yao Ming
Go through by myself, I ain't needin' no team
This Gen 5 got a leg and a beam
I'm on the route to the bag, man u
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