Lyrics:
dealt
I felt like dying just the other day 'cause Satan was trying
Walking too close by my side
Stay still, please don't move your soul you could lose
a millionaire by the time school ends.
Fuck my life on the run
Just to walk i should stay strapped
This the life of a convict.
The blunts in rotation
Thee
on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola list'ning to Buck Owens.
[Chorus]
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flyin'
the greatest[01:11.82]Not surprised by when we make it, we innovative[01:14.51]We been patient, making statements by just taking whatever we want, yeah[01:18.55]Compare some
I got my Girl by my Side
cnd I'm headed down the road.
There's a Buck Owens Song,
On the cM Radio.
Well my Pickup Truck,
Is loaded up,
With my Dog,
Our Daddy liked George Jones, Haggard and Buck Owens,
Momma liked the Eagles and The Beatles and the Rolling Stones.
When I was just a little kid, I
the 11-12 cars all black
American Express not green, all black
They'll try to set you up if you let 'em set the trap
But I ain't finna to fall for that
ain't about the money
Then it's not 'bout me
I be in 11: 30, leaving out 'bout 3
Shawty ain't givin' me nothing
Kick her out my 'vee
I live like a young
the dark
My brain way smart, Balmains
The suede Fieg Clarks
Kel Tec hangin' out the Corvette
Shot his whole block
Black Boost match the MAC-11 by the dope
know what that pig meant
Yea
Some times we don't see eye to eye
I might throw my hands up thats if I'm driving by
Shots out tha drivers side, Thats if I
said thats valid rolled a blizzy as we rode the city
Finished it perfectly as we passing by one time
Mind dwelling on millys and all the ways I can touch
Go[00:02.69]Go[00:06.37]Aye, man, it's clo (on foenem)[00:08.80](Nah, y'all know I'm comin')[00:11.15](Onb, yea in finna slide)[00:14.58]Got that
times
You boys want to play we don't runaway
Got damn i forgot what i was going to say
Something about 45's and Mac 11's
Desert Eagles and A K 47's
the Bottega
Me and my niggas goin' major, we uppity-up!
We uppity-up, I'm countin' my bucks, I'm runnin' my racks to the celin'
I don't know what I be feelin',
of the board
Get the divas by hook or crook
'Till it look like a Madiba photobook
This niggas buck like they swim with sharks
But they barely hook us, no
Can't
track 11
When words never worked, expressing
I could fit it all into that long ass second
My god, I been getting by
Fucking up less, I should give it
controlling me hard as it gets
Watch your mouth cause I'm bout to get pissed
Close your mouth cause it's making me sick
By myself I ain't into the clique
By
Detroit
('troit) and every block (block)
I'm down by laws, screamin fuck the law (law)
D12 in the house
(house) we the best you saw (saw)
With a Sqwad
hundred round clips that fit tight get called at 11:30 be gone by midnight my click tight off wit one nigga wit one squirt i gotta sin pipe now hit
did it
Hoe, it's too late
Bitch, you shouldn'ta did it
One by one niggas get they ass done
Pussy make me laugh, nigga, money make me come
Nigga set for
Ouu, Dee this yo' beat
If yo' bitch touching, I promise ima fuck
Ask anybody, they know I get them bucks
Oh, you got that 40 tucked? I don’t give
if I cannot have it
I'm fucking, she trembling, like 9/11
Length of my dick by an inch is 1 one higher than 11
Sit in her cervix, she feel that ride up
out like 11 people
Always level up on you, our levels never equal
Fine as fuck and I stay designered up
A lot of bucks I'm tryna conjure up before my
a whole lot of bills but it's not in the bank[01:44.55]Did it all by ourselves we got no one to thank[01:46.30]I done went put a tab on my
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