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And by the model of my vehicle
You know that I ball
E92, but '91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash
I'm owing wheels like I'm a Vaughn
might be Might be, they rush the parking lot
They know us by the car see You ain't livin' quite like me
Like me, I'm runnin' up the check I'm buyin' out
now we moving up
Jejelyoo jeje life say na turn by turn jejelyoo jeje
All of my guys we going big (turn up)
Ohhh no dey rush me say no dey push me
a program where i'm trapped in
By old heads that gave up and kids stuck being unhappy
And sitting wasting time, while I get these hands to clapping
I'm here
I'm ill
Ill intentions
Go mode
Ready to lock and load
Let's go
Foot on the gas
I gotta go, oh
I'm hyped off adrenaline
This rush it got me feeling in
Imma hold mine
Like I be grabbing stuff
These bitches know I stay on go time
They call me Captain Crunch
I stay speeding up
But I don't have to rush
Keep
acting different, they funny
Big time, most of these niggas, they bummy
Slime niggas out, you should know their nose runny
In too deep for this shit, tryna
time ain’t for wasting
Grind by myself for the life I been aiming
Out from the basement, ain’t chasing placements
Talk up your pen I just come and erase
OH HI
I JUST NEED AN ALIBI
THAT DOESN'T CARE TO ASK ME WHY
WHO'S GONNA TELL A REAL BIG LIE
WHEN THE COPS STOP BY
YOU AND ME SITTING UP THERE IN
Yo, I bought that album man, it's wack man
I'm tellin you, I don't like it
I'ma be honest man
Honest?
I'm dead up, I'm serious
Serious?
I don't
to ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
(repeat 3X)
[Verse One: Jay-Z ]
Aiyyo fuck why'all, niggaz I crush why'all, rush why'all
with
much, but they won't know
Nigga like I, me get a rush when I'm in control
Can't let go on this side too cold
(Wait)
And even then
This shit'll be sink
pictures and the cars and the wallets
He wants them big things like them ?Tits? and ?Dolly Partons?
Got mad bodies, ?Roy is hotter than Cochran?
Besides
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
Claus comes tonight
So grab your eggnog, grab your beer
Time to celebrate Christmas cheer
A grand old time on this big old sphere
A blink of an eye
Sunset late bright pink skies
Thinking about the good times
All alone on a beach in Hawaii in the glimmering light with you by my side
Wheels rollin
that I touch me a cullinan
Don't thank me now just thank me later
By that time I'd prolly had won again
The feeling that you running out of favors
Make
I remember on that rainy day, looking through the window payne, reminiscing on my pain, and how I overcame
I remember all the times, where I
'til I'm out of touch
Go good she gon' fall in love
Its been a long time since she got a nut
We can take our time we ain't got to rush
And nah she
the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos,
Super duper early morning Sunday breakfast
Ain't in a rush to go to church because I used protection
You complain about the way I cooked your eggs
said he could make me a star,
one of the biggest things the world had ever seen.
The big time was calling and I was on my way.
He introduced me
on the road, neck and wrists on froze (say word)
Checks with O's, O-O-O-O-O's
Straight all across the globe, watch got three time-zones
Keep the digital phone
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