Lyrics:
like she selling swimwear (okay)
A couple thousand to your name, act like a millionaire (that's not an M)
But I don't knock your hustle, get it out
Ah, whoa
Mama
Ah
When I was 18 my mama went in my closet, found ten thousand cash (yeah)
Now I got her transit number, send her twenty racks
That money be callin' I don't do no talkin' so get the fuck outta my face
Gotta tech and a chopper, with a hundred thousand dollars up in the Wraith
in Miami like Plies
Eighty-one thousand that right, eighty-one thousand that mike
Working that bitch and get right
I call up Elliot twice
I get
girl nothin'
Spent a half a mil, and I ain't go broke yet
Spent eighty thousand dollars on a brand new 'Vette
I told that ho she a dog, I'ma take you
out a fool
You gotta fail a thousand times
Before you see it through.
You gotta spend your last dime
Before you ever make a million.
You gotta
A thousand years go by
But love don't die
If I know one thing, that's true
Instead I'm never leaving you
And you don't say much, yeah, that's true
But I
You think I'd have it down by now
Been practicin' for thirty years
I should have walked a thousand miles
So what am I still doin' here?
Reachin'
a thousand lighters held up in our hands
All we were saying was let's give peace a chance
[Chorus]
Where was I when you stopped lovin' me
When did I
thousand miles it seems since yesterday
It hasn't been that long but fate just lays it on that way
I've listened to the radio all the music that is
thousand miles it seems since yesterday
It hasn't been that long but fate just lays it on that way
I've listened to the radio all the music that is
Do you have the cash, twenty-thousand dollars?
Do we have the cash?
We don't have to talk that, hey, hey
Get the fuck outta here with that Hell's
had tear drops in your eyes
Daddy's home, your Daddy's home, to stay
Daddy's home, to stay
I'm not a thousand miles away
Daddy's home, to stay
thousand nine hundred and fity-nine years ago. My
daddy was a mummy, too. Watch what happens when I walk up to somebody.
I'm a mummy.
[SECOND PERSON:]
sendin' praise to the Most High
Praise to the Most High
Uh, devil want a nigga soul
I beat that nigga thousand times in a row
Couple weeks ago, he
don't feel like drivin', so I'm slidin' with the driver
Stripper party last night, thirty-six thousand
Young, rich, and reckless, don't forget we that
it takes to realise,
there´s a hundred thousand angels by your side.
Do you hear me talk to you,
I whisper through doorways
and pathways of your mind.
(Hurt what it do?)
(Ayo, 'Llari, this shit fire)
I just got my granddad into real estate
Send my baby mama fifty thousand, make sure my
the nineteen seventies
look at mother nature on the run in two thousand and three...
i was lying in a burned out basement
with a full moon in my eyes
i was
my zombie.
I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock
sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars.
If she
the land of sin
i close my eyes and i count to ten thousand
shit is still fucked up down at public housing
turn in the tv just to see my man on the news
no
like I talk it, play it how I say it,
Teach it like I preach it, now, put that in your head,
Nigga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand - ain't nuthin,
step closer to you (oh)
As the sun says goodnight in the distance
A thousand lights fill the sky like they missed us
But each one is lighting my way
better get down on your knees and pay.
1,000 more fools are being born every fucking day.
They try to tell me that the lamb is on the way,
With microwave
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