Lyrics:
license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
these risks point me to where all the fire is
Married to the bread i be all up on my maiyan shit
I heard what you said - switching up boy why u trying it
Dun kno I'll come with the fight
This guy's lookin' at me I ring off his iris
(RING)
I'm that guy where the fight is, livest
Boys screamin' in my Iris
once was poor
If you're late with my dough, then there's no show
I grease my hair and it still won't grow
If you feel my butt, boy you gotta go
Out
down
Chow and Mr. Giles lay back
Santana locked up, get 'em out asap
Aight, now boy, not tonight
I where a bomb to the court like it's a icey white
I'm
the 2 you is not lit
Upping that stick thru the roof i be maxing
We ain't jack boys but my niggas they be jacking
Call me for some work what you want i be
nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
and leave em running
I leave all my racks out a young boy is stunting
SRT It's The Fast and the Furious
Mac-10 in the Benz when its serious
Shoot him in
miss you so) whoa - now I miss you so
I feel the wind around me certain it calls my name
the wispered way that you did now drowned out by the rain
Now
the circus, they trying serve
I'm either too hood for my own good
Or I'm too good for my own hood
Cold is the climate in the hearse
Where they found me in
I look up
Yeah and I take my time nigga
I'mma take my time, woah
Power moves only
Boy I'm 'bout my business on business
I drink liquor
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
just might do the time) they try to ban this song
They don't wanna play my song
But they want to play Fat Boy all goddamn day
(What?)
Come on,
ho, there! My boys! Ebenezer and Dick."
Two young men came in the room cheerful and quick
"No more work tonight, it is Christmas Eve"
"Dick Wilkins,
could walk away but see your love is my weakness
Oh' it could be pointless to try and walk away, that's why
I hate that you love me so much boy
I
late
Dinner with my man on a G5
Is my idea of a update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two
Big titties, big butt too
Fu-Fuck with them real niggas
Who don't
da bomb
I know you hear me comin here I come
And I'm called the Miggida-Miggida-Mac
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Can I drop the bomb drop
license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is
where's my guy
My muay thai my bow tie
Black and white for tonight
Where's my Chevy rose and gold
Broke and old for the mo
Till I'm paid for this fucking
tonight
We'll catch the mornin'
When I have you by my side
I'm feel with lovin'
You turn me on, you turn me off
You got me goin' you got me goin'
This is
Acting iffy
And it's really starting to piss me
And like popcorn, my niggas be here in a jiffy
With all the mac 10's set beside me
I gon' start wylin'
the ladies come quick
The money can't fit in my pockets
But I bet that gun fit
And I'm so unfit
'Cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't shit
gon stay down
But I know he wasn’t my homie
I supply yo’ plug
‘cause I did this by my lonely
I trap out the lobby like MrMoseby
I’m the plug where
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