Lyrics:
the gas
Blow this bitch by the 8th
I'm counting this cash
Blowing clouds in your face
I stay with the bags
40 stay on my waist
Get a bag bitch
Get a bag
I really am the man
The hardcore shorty that will keep ya head boppin
And while I keep rockin your ears will start poppin
To that freaky flow and all
to do
And ooh, the way you handle your crew, it's so cool
Your personality be so rich
It's really bugged how we still bumpin' heads on the remix it
Why's her head and heart at war?
Why's she pushing away
People she prays will stay
Just to prove she's so hardcore?
She's so hardcore
Hard to her core
Sippin' on that syrup
Need a cup, I'm so numb (uh)
Steppin' out with superstars
That evil force 1 (aye)
Fearing of that Karma
Can you tell me what
better ease up the body DJ's work, you're choosing your side
I'm a superstar, bars on par with Mozart I'm a daisy, every flip is blitz
I bend over
on cloud nine fuckin with me duke
Be sure that I'm the crisp man waitin to see Proof
Some say I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs
I'm gettin
niggas takin' off like a spaceship
Pace those to Euros, eatin' those green and great chips
Get 'em by the bag, you can say we Feedo Lay chips
I'm so hungry
let the streets rock and roll your soul
Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights
Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice
Sold me out for 3.5 grams
on a higher - level
You sold your soul and you got hired by a - devil
To reek havoc in the ghetto, y'all go head on
Keep runnin with God like a runnin rebel
comes the spins
So you turn and toss
Then you toss and turn
Your head gets light
And your chest starts to burn
So you lay on your stomach
And you
comes the spins
So you turn and toss
Then you toss and turn
Your head gets light
And your chest starts to burn
So you lay on your stomach
And you
By the time you hear the record checking in at Turks and Caicos
Wheel of Fortune winnings, Punta Cana spinning pesos
Pro Progress, no I'm no novice
bad news, baring they souls through rhyming blues
Hardcore! to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel
Smell
Some rappers claim that they got a heart full of anger
How when your lyrics were written by a stranger
Fool I'm the greatest, you just the latest
I'm
doin' a drive-by, I don't want no 9
Let's go, let's go sOS superstars
Step on shit nigga
a gangbanger's bandana to a rag top
Old head, dope fiend, cookin' up the yay
Young boys'll shoot your face for them Cartiers
Came a long way takin' $3 for
That's how we roll, as a rock star ye ye
You can't eat your cake
And have it back sorry
That's why me hustle
Just to chase the bag for real
For me, I want
the mask on,
From day, blood,
TV show contestants,
Please make your way
Backstage for your make-up,
Rent free in man’s head,
Kruger to his dreams,
to a bag or run up some guap
I don't have a minute to waste or moment to stop
Push no brakes
I'm going ape should be sponsored by bape (Yeah yeah)
This not
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she
reebok sportin'
Expedition corner spender
Big fine woman bender, put the weight in the blender
Got big bags by rillas,
Shiesty like a splinter,
getting sicker here's the kicker fuck your Advisory Sticker
I'm advise to stick 'this CD made by Seagram's Liquor'
[Chorus - Princess Superstar
The hooker layer
Motherfucker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace
Smack the bitch in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
Off her back, jab her
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