Lyrics:
or 3 TV's and DVD's don't even ride your shit
If you ain't sittin on 20's, go and buy some shit
When we ride and make you handcuff and hide your bitch
Yeah, yeah man
You know a lot of niggas don't keep it real
You feel me
Everything, all that shit matters
You feel me but you know so many niggas
Turn
saving me and myself
And it's all because of you you you
And it's all because of you you you
And it's all because of you you you
And it's all because
six for us, and god bless you all, because it's
nice to know that you ain't forgotten us. You know.
Anyway! The Clairvoyant, Prisoner... all live
to find them
We had no DVD
No internet
No BBD
Not a thousand different channels on TV
No 5G panels
We made friends
And you are one of them
You are one
Raise a toast
Came this far
I could just cool on the rocks like a brandy
All of this shade
Never was a glass house guy
But I keep stones by cause
grade
We took the school
So sick of getting pushed around
We dominated
All was cool
You dance with Danielle
I will dance with Brooke
Let's meet up in
all hysterical by now. PILATE notices BRIAN escaping.)
PILATE
You cwowd of cwacking-up cweeps. Seize him! Blow your noses and seize
him! Oh my bum.
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
throw in a DVD!
We can save the world this Christmas time by giving it all away
Even if it's more than you can pay
It's a tax write oooooff!
Is there
You
And I thank you
You showed me
(What) life is all about
You've turned my whole life around
Changed all that I do
It's all because of you
Ballin', I been ballin'
You ain't going to see her in the morning
Raising all the stakes like I'm all in
Baby shake the cake like she crawling
Big
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
not to be a window shopper
Mama you can have fifty, mama you can have platinum
All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper
You could be with your
not to be a window shopper
Mama you can have fifty, mama you can have platinum
All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper
You could be with your
It smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach
You still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even
me in-between as friends
Friends, where's my niggas' at, come on y'all
No need to front, let's be friends
Because I know you want to fuck
Let's
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
with me
You already know what's up with me
You brought all your homies with you because
You didn't do it without your company
Scarface fuck you gon do
the tags on the whip just because yeah
Gotta take care of my family you know that's just because (cause)
Gotta lead 'em by example when I tell 'em don't do
that's all I need to cook to leave these niggas shook
I run the game I don't play by the book
But you niggas fish and I got the hook
Bitch I just came in
write this story you know I gotta include you
Just tell I'm crazy because I know I am about you
I ain't gon lie been tryna get you all alone
I been
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
of the unpopular dope rappers
Who retreat to holes in the sky
Climbing up rope ladders
And will sell you a silver disc soaked in laughter
Because you've been
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