Lyrics:
Standing in the county in the worst way
Hell of a way to spend a 21st birthday
Cause I'd hate to spend my life, my life, my life
Ducking one time
Standing in
QB the whole NYC
We gonna bounce to this
To all my niggaz (yeah yeah)
To all the ladies
Chorus:
Sometimes I wonder
Will a nigga go
You are 37 square miles
It seems a bit tiny
But that don't matter at all
Cause you mean so much to me
Surrounded by deep blue seas
With cool
working at minimum wage, so I flipped the page and found me a way.
I done faced all my fears, they all in the rear so ain’t s**t the that’s gettin me fazed.
. Louis Blues
God damn it I hate to lose, give a man St. Louis Blues
Fuck 'em is like all I got to say about 'em
And I don't need no inspiration, bitch I am
gon'
Do with all these hoes?
You know pimpin' ain't easy
Told my hitman
"I like the way you did that right there"
Bitch, I ain't Chingy
When I say I got
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
grizzly like Van Couv
Bout to make these grams move, L.A to ST.LOU
Say you got them toys, that santa story just ain't true
Say you get this money, I'm no
You deserve way more than fries and a two piece
Ice and baguettes on ya neck wit some Lou'V
Spit you the game and it hit like a loogie
Lemme take you
uh,don't nobody else wanna at her
Ain't nobody like us, go all the way with my n***as whatsup
Yeah that's why it ain't no limits whatsup, everybody under no
or the warrior?
Well if all of their minds are chisel, then all of them
Stay chisel like a boxer, wife-beater by Fila
Lou Ferrigno Arnold Schwarzenegger type
money mo problems
They call me S-T, ST Spittin to be exact...
[Verse: St Spittin]
Targets my back, all my people been fighting the war
Hoping shorter
Growin' up you don't see the writing on the wall.
Passin' by, movin' straight ahead you knew it all.
But maybe sometime if you feel the pain,
you'll
Growin' up you don't see the writing on the wall.
Passin' by, movin' straight ahead you knew it all.
But maybe sometime if you feel the pain,
you'll
to part of the game
But I don't want anything in way
Everywhere I Go, I need to know the truth
So the guys start coming
The big beats start drumming
All
Me and my juvies, divvy it up with the juvies
The money a discus, just by the way that I threw it
VVS movin'
Sir, you better cool it (yeah)
Engine
getting closer
Bit by bit, getting closer Step by step, getting closer
And I never knew I could feel this way
And I'll give it everything
Cause you miss all
me a play
Came a long way from everyday dodging cases
Ducking the grave
You can tell by the look on my face
S**t I aint got nothin to say
Penitentiary
on the westside of christopher street
It's no wonder you wish you were me
I ain't some type of bitch, who when he takes a piss sits on the seat
That's why all
platforms are all about truth
Unless their agenda compromises the views
(Don Lemon) s-t that was nasty
Like America's obsession with s-x and twerking a-
to you than
They would all assume
Of you
Ass fat way she work that pole
Yeah Drop it Now
Money make her cum
She be running back 1st Down
Type to buss it
and slim whenever we rolling
Let me start it off
Bro been way too chingy he done a mad ting he just barked it off
Any opposition get barn like corn
If any
in be-More, Blow til they knees sore
Good damn, there face I, ain't screwed down in St. Lou
New York, It ain't got no pipe instructions
They just
killers.
[Verse 3: Ruc]
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
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