Lyrics:
the cush by the pounds
Nigga ankle blingin' baby wrist on freeze got
The pinky on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeth nigga hot
Girl nigga loving the G
outta town wit me
Never question by niggas
Just me and my nigga
That's why ima treat you like you so so special
Gone be good just as long we together
Back
Gilly
How your man caught a body for you
You left him starving and that's why
You can't come back to Philly
Tell these people how you no
Longer
(What they know about it?)
Some methrone back seat in the brougham (Uh huh)
All alone, feel it deep in ya bone scan (Ugh)
In ya zone, wide reciever need
past the seats
Me with the twin eagle, B. Sigel and Bleek
And I got the whole city ready to throw toast wit' me
I'm loved, niggas want to throw
in G-Town, Freddy gon' hate me
Kill kill kill, I'm wit Ca$h ridin' passenger
Yes I will will will The Kentucky Chainsaw Massacre
Ya boy been back
Pop a perc that’s a man down
Ask yo bitch who her man now
The Rari seats in that tan brown
Shorty ridin wit her head down
Big bag in the back
Produced by Scott Storch
The effort I'm gone put forth
I'm ma blaze a track like a human torch
H-Town's my stomping ground
A legend from the underground
You
each wheel on relax
Ain't no masa like that with the last name on the back got the 4 folks
Pokin candy paint soakin H-town to mexico back of the oakland
back
Always been a hustla
That's what she is diggin'
Do just like I tell her to
And wit' no renegging her lips and my brain
We can go a long way on her
action
'Cause I'ma take it baby, mo' comin through blastin'
An innocent nigga you turn around and go back
'Cause niggas that cross-fires, no lie
Back up on my shit
No remorse
Time to fuck it up
Intercourse
Drop on the spot
We take it by force
We steady goin up
Well of course
Make big moves
Uh
keep it in drive like I'm back on a lick
Rocking C.H. wit Rick
And we all got on black like we hiding from shit
Know a nigga das stuck on da block like
a nobody, but now you famous now
I be out in Chi-town wit some real OG's
Matter of fact one of them had dinner wit me
You gotta play by the rules when you
brown tee
Muhammad throwback, who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he made one (Hell naw they don't excite me)
I'm all about my cash ridin' around wit
ain't stoppin now
Convertible Range Rover wit that top back
Bitches mad cause she Poppin like snap chat
She do it for the Gram got em creeping in the DM
H20 that's 2 Hoes and Orgies
Beat the beat 'til it's gory, we ballin' you should get floor seats
360 Halloween Gang we get it poppin' already
You hit me
back
Mama, they said I killed a man
Well, I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards, we are back
In the heezy
Jigga Man, B Siegs
back
Mama, they said I killed a man
Well, I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards, we are back
In the heezy
Jigga Man, B Siegs
brown tee
Muhammad throwback, who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he made one (Hell naw they don't excite me)
I'm all about my cash ridin' around wit
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
degrees from here to the West Coast
I'm miracle wit no abrakadaba
Piece of membranes will smash like crackers
Were they Ritz, Saltine, or Town
a couple of dollars just so I can get by
I wanna pour my drink, roll up my weed,
lay the seats back cruise at a slow speed
I’m trying to find me a bitch lied
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