Lyrics:
side
Talkin' big shit, ready to die
I know every story got two sides
Claimin' he paranoid by the black guy
Cop wanna make it home by night time
Just
This one's "Speed Demon"
Featuring Mercs, Lights and Calibar
Dom Perignon i've got Chanel on the same
Vibe I've got Kerry on
Now they telling me
the shit, she said I'm all that and a bag of chips
Meet me after P.E. by the big tree, finna hit that bully hard
Get the BG's when he sees me wit the dream
yeah
[Verse 11 - Chamillionaire - imitating Bun B]
From the corners of PA to the tip of the Texas state (state)
To all my niggaz "Ridin Dirty" jammin
know the pakistani ones, and there, on the cover of a dirty magazine, was our friend muffy!
-no way that could by muffy!
-no it was muffy! she was
Why you staring this way
Cause you see I'm playa made
Baby I don't play no games
You don't gotta worry
Bout them dames
Last name, make it yours babe
kind of a guy, and that's not me
What the hell is going on?
They're sneaky dirty rats
I'm really not a bad person by the way
The American Dream is dead
Migos
Shawty bad, so I'm making her deepthroat
Bitch I be balling just look at my freethrow
All of my big bros looking like Deebo
Sipping Henny I don't
deserve what I want, that's why I'm flexin my pimpin
and for my wife and my kids, Fly build a castle so big
our money be like McDuck, and just for
on a level plane
American airlines in the game
The way I Contain the heat
Like bubble coats
Erik Spoelstra type coach
I Keep it in the dome
Imposter syndrome
fed up
How they fold on me
Look how they bend up
Better keep all the slick talk
You see life is a puzzle a jigsaw
In the jungle surrounded by big dawgs
me feelin’ sick how they perpetrate like trynna be our friends now,
I remember way back in the day, it was a struggle to get plays, cause they wanna
be way too prideful to ever take
I'll never make that mistake
You're now tuned into me at my highest state
These niggas playing with me the way that
lil' white kid shot up a school again (Crazy)
These shootings be gettin' committed by white people
So why the fuck police still shootin' up my people?
the American dream
And they're workin in big factories
Now If I come on by, when you're out in the sun
Can I wave at you just like a friend
These days when
the city to you
The combines gang up, take most of the bread
Things just ain't like they used to be
Though your kids are out after the American dream
ain't about tact its about grabbing your s*ck
Freedom so free like when your mama gets slapped
Pah!
By her big a** t****es
Which ain't bad for fifty
In
why our four tour buses hit more cities than Greyhound
Hip-hip hooray, Tha Liks is on the way
I'm like the homey that drops by, and stays all day
We
it work
Then, fill out the credit card application
And its gonna be bout 3 weeks a waiting
For American Express
It's cause we card
Platinum visa,
make it work
Then, fill out the credit card application
And it's gonna be 'bout 3 weeks a waitin'
For American Express, Discover Card
Platinum
a hit when I spit, put it on wax like candlelight
Rough ride without the bike, ask your dame or your wife
She be grippin' my shit tight as I be holdin' my
we riding with them chops late night so they go in early
The way i handle shit i could be Kyrie
Like nigga what you mean
I ah trip wit this k like,
You have a beautiful wife and adorable children.
By the way – can you do me a favor?
Can you ask them to stop crying, there is nothing to be scared of.
mind in Ben tre
Vietcong in the trees/enemies be a mirage
American puppets affected by chemical spray
Man this life all bananas okay
It’s a mystery how
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