Lyrics:
If I let you go down south
Will you give me one night to remember, yeah
I'm sure I can make you proud
But don't tell me you'll forget by December
supplier, she give me the fire
She never get tired, call'er energizer bunny
Funny right?, I got my money right
You can tell I'm doing, by the tires on my ride
thought that I was finished? Boy
The best is yet to come
Tell 'em when the reign begin
All of ya'll are fuckin' done
They was talkin' 'bout the kid, bitch
Hey doorman,
Tell 'em line up the cris,
I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch,
You niggas keep wavin' them wrists,
I put my money
yeah
And it ain't no game yeah
Why these little boys change for fame yeah
And I really don't know why they changed on me
Diamonds on wrist make em dance
at a Claire's by the way that I pierce shit I leave a hole in niggas
I told dem boy I was up when they see that shit happen I tell em I told them niggas
Real deal
A white boy actin black, that shit kills me
Pants hangin, talkin slang kid and all that
I never seen you in the projects or black
Ya never wons no grammy
Fuck a diss
Bottled issa bliss (fuck em)
Yungin stuntin frontin who that boy who him is (who him is)
Fuck a diss
Bottled issa bliss (fuck em)
Yungin
haten caught em leaching out
I know alotta shit that i cant even speak about
Alotta of voodoo in the air boy what you tweeting bout
Ayy wat you tweeking
reach it
You been over many times
Haters lyin'
Switch in' time
Say they friends, but now they slime
They switch up, don't blink a eye
Tell em, push up
remind me I'm that guy
You remind me I'm that guy
Know that it's mine tell them boys you're taken
You remind me I'm that guy
You remind me I'm that guy
Knock it out the park (gone)
Tell 'em batter up
Big speaker, do what you can't
Five million, all hunnids, I shut down the bank (facts)
You know I'm
Let me slow it down for 'em
(A guy by the name of PepperJack Zoe)
Duh-duh-duh
Skrrt, skrrt
Duh-duh-duh
Yeah, yeah
Dope sold, money fold, then
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Tell me where the fuck is your logo
That ain't no mother fuckin' Polo
Them ain't no mother fuckin' Levi's
Boy yo swagg so so so
Tell me where
and tell 'em
Catch up like Dungey
Ha! Ha! I'mma beast like Blake Griffin
We ain't slippin'
Louis luggage I ain't tripping
Airshippin' G4 no retour
I tell 'em
'em in the face
Tell hop out that bucket and spray
Tell 'em to make sure they hit
My head and my waist
Tell them to circle round the
Block twice in case
Now let me tell you
Let me tell you
Nenny, I love you
You hear me Nenny, I love you okay
You are a talented muthafucka
You know what I’m talking
So I tell em
So I tell em
I'm living my life, I'm loving mine
Can't stop, won't stop til I get right
Right, right
I'm living my life, I'm loving mine
dollar bill, bill bill
We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (we gon' flip this bitch!)
And won't you tell 'em what we do with the pape's (won't
apologize to your daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Youknowmsayin?
Just a O.G. type brother
I want you to break it down
And tell em about the days
"Please pass the Backwood" (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What he say 'bout Guwop, stop the track, shit, run it back
Big bro was
And you know I can (ah c'mon)
Tell that you like it
And that it's good, by the way
That you move, ooh, hey
The road to hell is paved
With good
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