Lyrics:
hard to think straight when its a lot of niggas want ya
Man
Ok I've been the king for this rap shit
Stuntin' hard and never had shit
Remember me
Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages
Lookin' at the world through magazine pages
I heard a lot about the mountains and the Colorado range
but I ain't with it
Money out there, nigga tryna get it
A lot 'em biches tell me I be slipping, I admit it
Had my share of every kind of girl
But
Real ones the parking lot
I got that boom boom, baby, bring the bass
I got that boom boom all up in your face
I got that boom boom, baby, bring
I take the work, flip it, acrobatic
Got a little time and a lot of talent
Do a little talking and a lot of action
Seen the competition, hmm, not
a Bentley truck
Wrist cost a Bentley truck
Had drugs on me, lot of red
Then I hit the globe, a lot of red
Copped a speedboat and docked it
Left-overs in
don't be actin' innocent either
Dome me, relax me, it's only to the nasty
I'm just a phony assassin
A lot of niggas owe me, I'mma tax 'em
A lot
There were three brothers in merry Scotland
In merry Scotland there were three
And they did cast lots which of them should go
Should go, should go
And a dem a try lead you
Mi couldn't work wid a nigga dem
From him a work wid him evil
Mama seh good mix wid a lot of evil
The devil inna lot of people
Hear my train a comin'
Hey
Wait around the train station
Waitin' for that train
Take me
Take me away
From this lonesome time
A whole lot
And it's unbreakable
Love
(I found a friend)
Hello
(I found a friend)
It's been a while
(I found a friend)
Lot's to talk about
(I found a friend)
me, 'cause we've shared a lot dreams.
And just know that I'll always remember you.
When I first set out on the road, I figured
I had maybe five
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care about those presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you
think I'm finna have a ticket
Got a fetish for Ferraris, and fucking bad bitches
Smoke a nigga like I'm Marley all we know is lot of niggas
can't be your only hustle
Unless you bad as Naomi Russell
I mean a lot of niggas got money
So basically, Russell ain't the only Russell
Russell Brand,
bitches and the drinks
Baby get your ass up
That's what I came for
I hit the club and buy the bar
In VIP just see my partners and a lot of broads
And such
on the wall
Who is the fliest one of all?
Now pull in the parking lot
Nigga, find a parking spot
Fired up, everyone want to spark a lot
Puff-puff-pass,
lot, nigga find a parkin' spot
Fired up, everyone want to spark a lot
Puff puff pass, we out on ave
Lookin' for a big fat ass to harass
Is it you?
I know a lot of people out there scared they're gon' die
A couple of them thinking they'll be livin' in the sky
But while I'm here livin' man I gotta
to the head, to the floor
It's a long fall and a lot of nigga fall short
And a lot of niggas fall off
But not me, I could never see the ball drop
Unless is
a plot of
Not a lot of land
And thou swell, thou witty
Thou grand
Thou swell, thou witty
Thou sweet, thou grand
Wouldst kiss me pretty
Wouldst
another Ukulele
Lady foolin' 'round with you
Maybe she'll sigh (an awful lot)
Maybe she'll cry (and maybe not)
Maybe she'll find somebody else
By
Billy was a small town loner
Who never did dream
Of ever leaving southern Arizona
Or ever hearing wedding bells ring
He never had a lot of luck
Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
To make whoopee
A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom is
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