Lyrics:
smooth like it's Barry White (Yuh)
And keep my soul clean like I sterilize (Aye)
When I'm in the booth, yo, I terrorize
Throw it all in like a pair
Warm up to your eyes
All dressed up in white
Hearing all the angels
At the edge of the city night
Feel the crack of dawn
Sneaking slowly by
Not ready
(Jd On Tha Track)
How you snake yo' homie? Yeah
Niggas fake, they phony, yeah
Did this shit on my own by my lonely
Only thing I need is money
Networks, collisions, Billboards, carpools
Tug of war; towel; dry off
Time is yours; borrow not
RepubliCAN'Ts
ACE2 up they sleeve; pants
Time to flush fast;
up to
Saying why were you creeping
'round late last night
Why did I see two shadows
Moving in your bedroom light
Now you're dressed in black
When I
tried to cop a feel
That cop she was all dressed in blue
Was she pretty? Boy I'm tellin' you
She stuck my butt with her big black stick
I said,
tried to cop a feel
That cop she was all dressed in blue
Was she pretty? Boy I'm tellin' you
She stuck my butt with her big black stick
I said,
the hard times
We to the top now it's fuck all of you 'cause it's our time
If we touching down then we using ya bodies for yard lines
Up who above if he stay
my vision go white
I'ts a fright can't save my life
I'll be done by tonight
So say goodbye
Cause sleepy just leveled up
And learned how to fly
No time
on the Banjee (skrrt skrrt)
Had to park it 4 by 4 Mercedes Jeep
Wide body check (wide), wide body check (yeah)
Answer all the calls (yeah), 'cause it might be
of agreement
As they are taking her by her hair
They drag her through the city square
They are dragging her by her hair
She gave up the fight like a ?
ever seen a lady drugged up move like Lucy
Damn that was nine years ago y'all ain't seen that movie
Crazy thing is I remember I had money then
I just
though
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin'
Throwin' it up like liquor on an empty stomach
Y'all don't hear nuttin'?
Who that, Mac?
Nah
got the engine gunnin
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
Y'all don't hear nuttin?
Who that, Mac?
Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin
Who
though
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin'
Throwin' it up like liquor on an empty stomach
Y'all don't hear nuttin'?
Who that, Mac?
Nah
of winter
But most of all it is me who has changed but I'm still the same
That's me at the weddings, that's me at the graves
Dressed like the people who
a VIP
I wear a plain t-shirt they see my jeans
Truly religious, so I wear true religus
And they're authentic you can
See by the seems
In by twelve so we
Filthy
Papa kids all acting like they build things
Filthy
On my momma never in the hills again
Cursed by these cities that could never do wrong
Til
that she won't be dragged up in slums
With a lot of bums like me
She's got to be sheltered
And be dressed in the best money can buy
I never knew how
in my scope)
Girl white like coke, cold white, no snow
Let the pack burn slow
I can feel it in my bones
Cut my vein, bleeding red, bloodied up my bed
I
'Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse!
The stockings all hung
By
started buzzin', you got attached (chill)
You should be spendin' that money on re-in' up and not in Saks (real estate)
It's only cool bein' dressed in
Bitch, I'm ice cold
Icicles are flashing on my wrists like laser light shows
Plain to see I'm dangerous and turbulent no fly zone
Shake your hand
we nailing shit
And when my niggas pop up out the blue shit no more settling
Code word for lasers on white Ts call it peppermint
Folks Got a green
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