Lyrics:
Welcome
Welcome to America
Where you can fail at your job, get fired, rehired
And get a seven hundred billion dollar tip
Come on in, sit right
story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah (yeah, yeah)
FBG, YSL, what's hannenin'? (What's hannenin'?)
Richard Mille, all this year, nigga, what's
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
make up your mind"
Live or die, grab it by the horns and baby take that ride
Live or die, give it up or give it everything inside
Fall of fly, won't
Oh, it's cryin' time again, you're gonna leave me
I can see that far away look in your eyes
I can tell by the way you hold me darlin' oooh
That it
Oh, it's crying time again, you're gonna leave me
I can see that far away look in your eyes
I can tell by the way you hold me darling Oooh
That it
I'd like to take you by surprise at the grocery store
Grab you by the hand and step on the electric door
Leave the shopping cart right where it is
somebody else got to wait
Seven hundred billion but my old neighborhood
Ain't nothing changed but the date
[Chorus]
Ain't nothing ever come from
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
the fully inflatable
Rap relatable, drug relatable
Niggaz here to play with you
A hundred dollar Rottweiler goes to spot sellers
Guns and glocks go to niggaz
here) I'm in the city, this Gates
The body shop, I need to get in your face
Five hundred blocks in the middle
Been gettin' ridiculous, lotta this shit
I'm by your side
For one last night
For all of time
A hundred years
A million more
I'm by your side
So come on back to me, oh
Baby when
my head up for a ransom
Damn son what's the issue?
Young nigga with a chip tooth and a pistol
I got into the money, started hitting licks too
100
barefoot, that bare soul
I bare the load oh
Solo, by myself
Dolo, Frodo from uh
Lord of The Rings
So I guess I have to bare it alone
My precious won't
a nigga shot at me (grra, grra)
I'm out here night by night, ain't a real nigga in sight (real)
So I picked up me a mic, two hundred dollars a night
Rather be all by myself and not kick it with people
12 AM in ATL, the sequel (yes sir, yes sir)
Ridin' in the Maybach, we gon' hot box that
Hundreds sit
war beat
Go a hundred lane go link Serious
Nuh rass joke
Fi buss di calico you haffi have passport
Cah when di calicos a fly
Straight up to di sky bwoy
Ladies and gentleman
We are experiencing technical difficulties
Warning: This is a total blackout
Please stand by as we are
Currently testing our
is marble
Parked it right on 125 by the Apollo
Smokin' EastCo, Heatrow way we landed
The whole flight I played Janet (whole flight)
Pleasure
Are precious and pure now, like a 100 circle drive
Well I dream that I heard that whippoorwill sing
Yeah she sang my song and called me by name
(yeah)
Will on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door
It's the street family boss, I land by the shores
Get pampered by whores, eat scampy
(yeah)
Will on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door
It's the street family boss, I land by the shores
Get pampered by whores, eat scampy
the limit, and don't play with fire,
Uh uh, fuck that, I can do anything,
Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na
Wear my heart on my fist take
You by
fire,
Uh uh, fuck that, I can do anything,
Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na
Wear my heart on my fist take
You by surprise fighter,
Uh uh, fuck
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