Lyrics:
talk about shottys and .40s
But them boys ain't ever seen guns
I'm tryna retire at 40
I ain't working 'til 71
I ain't working 'til 71
I ain't
time
Said i don’t fall in love Okay maybe ill try
Said no body else home told me I should come by
Now im back on the road doing 80 in miles
And you
and wanted to put a tattoo on his nose
Your grand mammy, Man i love that woman shes a trip
to be around act a clown she might hit you frist fuck
up after
represent that, though it's evident that
You talkin' 'bout places that you ain't never been at
In fact, I'ma say it again
Livin' by the pen is minglin'
And you were supposed to love me
Then I got a text from your ex
All summer night, reachin' for nine
On stand by, three sixty five
You get high and you
that track
In the four
And it ain’t no stopping the show
LA metropolis so
There just ain’t no stoppin’ when I hit that
Bomb head in my car
Got that bomb
Making love will fuck you up if you only love yourself
And getting high ain't getting by, you're just putting books on a shelf
And I ain't one to sell you
Crabs in a bucket
Crabs in a bucket
Wanna see you at the bottom, don'tcha love it?
When they're hatin' so you hit 'em with the encores
Sendin'
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
naw that ain't happenin'
You hustle? Well we are Grand Hustle, nigga we mastered it
Y'all workin' on your bachelors, we ball like the athletes
Drink
at the Grammy's cuz' all of my hits be a grand slam
Who the fuck said I ain't got to be low key
Be the one in the cut planning out these schemes
Everything that I
a bone playa
Two feet hacky sack
Give a teen a phone playa
DVD's in the back
Humma' bumpin' tones playa
15 Fell in love
Now we boughta home playa
(Yeah,
One life, nigga, one love
Reach them heights and keep goin' up
Hundred miles and runnin', we ain't slowin' up
15 Bentleys back to back, yeah, they
swinging
Swinging to my knees
Tropic thunderstorm
Selling DVD releases
Releases, never need a feature
They ain't got these features
Don't need em don't want
[Grand Puba]
Uhh..
Now it's love, vs. hate
Time for my people to eliminate
that hate, let's love
Because it's our people that
see the weapons
But I be DC reppin, Grand Hustle the muscle
No me don't love these girls
I just love when I fuck em
I just ah, no me don't love these
Watching peers blow up while i'm sitting in place
Meanwhile, I ain't even answer calls from my family to chase this chase
While the years passed by
The side I love
Southside and it ain't gon change
Niggas like us gon change the game
With street fame living untamed
In a wide frame drop fin to swang
to Cali.
My phone been on DND
Ain't no niggas seein' me
Won't get burnt like Easy-E
We spin shit like a DVD
Let shit blow like TNT
(Boom)
They like, "Tweet
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
welcome to the Dune Room
Bitch, ay, I'm off Activist
Hit your bitch by mistake in the whip, a car accident
Uh, she ain't see me take the condom off, I did
and millions of dollars for y'all, hahaha
And, uh, we've had some good memories
I love you, I appreciate you
My only regret is I ain't get to really fuck with
dro, I think I'm 'bout to overdose
Trunk ain't bumpin' and jumpin', it got the holy ghost
Bricks by the fifty, ten, nah, shawty, forty more
Trap time,
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