Lyrics:
Call me Lil caes,
Cuz I make crazy bread,
I keep all my niggas full,
When they give me crazy head,
Make you niggas turn around and I'll go crazy in
coming in my palace
London, Tokyo, Paris
Let me update your status
'Cause it's you I would change for, you always make sure
I just wanna be your
in the club
Scopin the scene
Cup half way full
Smokin the green
She got her hand on my nuts
What does that mean?
Pointed at her friend
And she said,
in the club
Scopin the scene
Cup half way full
Smokin the green
She got her hand on my nuts
What does that mean?
Pointed at her friend
And she said,
you act be
Call police up, tell them what? How you tried to smack me
I'm movin thorough on the freeway callin you on three way
Watchin my
it in my hand
Came through with the gang, them my brothers, them my friends
And I need you to show me all of them again
I don't need you to be the one
me you tryna fuck
Or you wit your friends in the club
So you want me pick you up
I can tell you faded by the way your voice sound
I know that you crazy
and my dog been starving (starving)
Homie we ready to eat (eat)
Came with a k and a 9 (9)
But naw ion fuck with police (never)
These niggas talking huh
nigga balling
Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggy
Even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami
Izzy Club Going Crazy
Empty Spade Bottles Like A Parade
Wanted By The Police But They Gonna Have To Catch Me
Better Call For Backup Cause I Aint Going
Cent in the club
You know it ain't my time to call it a day
I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid
But it's 'bout time you remember the name
Ayy, ayy
but we didn't care
Between the cruisin and the beach and the clubs we were hardly ever there
We'd get drunk and raise some hell and I play my guitar
(Bitch)
A sweet vacation wit you
Exotic places wit you
Fill all my spaces wit you
I'm makin plans wit ya mama
Tokyo Japan wit a chance of some drama
As luck would have it my best friend, the brown skin nigga with the braids
Not the pussy nigga with the fade, but the short chubby nigga with
to Georgia like Charlie Daniels, yea haw!
Back in my crib I'm watchin Reba
I hear the helicopters
The police the door down
I get judged by the judge
I got
MIND ON A BENZ
WAS ALONE IN THIS WORLD
NOW SURVIVING WITH FRIENDS
SEE MY EYES THROUGH THE LENSE
YOU CAN SEE MY LIFE THROUGH THE LENSE
MY SENIMENTS MY
awesome, they made a report, I even got a real police uniform shirt, they felt sorry for me cause all I was left with was the dress on my back. The other
Beatles, The
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
With a little help from my friends
What would you think if I sang out of tune?
Would you
and make all my people just wil' for this shit
Hold it now, we rollin' it down, we holdin' it down
Thick money, foldin' it down in a hole in the ground
Stash
Meliware, lil' mama, she my drunk friend (she my drunk friend)
She know I get started, I go all in (all in)
She know I be balling like DeRozan on offense
I ain't in this shit for fame
I ain't in this shit for friends
It's all part of the game
I know all that shit pretend
You start to say my name we gon
sure, but it's just not now
So what do I do in my
Spare time? I focus on becoming
A better friend, better father, better
Entertainer i have sex, smoke
then let off five
Hit the club with all the Benjamin's
Throw it up in the sky
Why the fuck they always talking
Like they know me by my name
Give a fuck
the floor
We could do it on Fifth Ave in the department store
We could do it in Tokyo, we do it in Taiwan
All my Harajuku girls say I am they icon
I
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