Lyrics:
keep it movin' (Oh, ooh oh, ooh oh)
OK, It's summer time
About to party like a rock star
A couple months beatin' by like a hot car
'cause time flies
high, with the big guy I'm not alone
Playa's joanin' make suckas hot, keep on tossin' stumblin' blocks
I know evilness will not stop and still Flizy will
me jewels baby boy just cool
Any time I get the bag I do the Bad B Bop
Getting to the money non stop
Know I keep hot when I pull up on the block
If
a sync by talking ’bout God
(Uh, huh)
Got nothing to hide, this who I am
I'm not gonna stop (O oh)
You couldn't block my blessin' (Uh, uh)
You couldn’t
(Rich Jones)
Would you like to try the tuna melt I left in the car?
I'm parked a block away
Hey, it ain't that far
Ya say you're hungry
Ya say you're
swing my hands
Swang my shank and p man ran
Neck and chest get done by the rams
Ran up and done him up
Opp block shot it up
I know that day man ruined his
cars, hittin' all them hot bars
No guitars and we hit hard, we get ours
And you say that you?ll believe when you see it
But the smarter thing to do is
Jacksonville Florida murder rate dont get no better
Cold summers hot winters niggas better have a vest up
Nigga spray that bitch with aim they tryna violate your
Hot headed in a cold world.
I swear some things they’ll never change.
Wifey pregnant 'nother lil' girl.
I’ll risk it all for the simple things.
Me
rival.
His rival it seems, had broken his dreams,
By stealing the girl of his fancy.
Her name was Magill, and she called herself Lil,
But everyone knew
at tip by 6AM
Working on a dream where niggas
Barely say come true in Due Time believe
I once was filled with grieve
Had to count my blessings
Had to bow
and Jimmy Hendrix
(?) still here to realize it, with no police around to ever read they rights
It's how I roll, you know my lifestyle is cold
Around
asleep
You know you're ghetto when you think you represent
But them niggas on your block ain't spendin' a red cent
And tryin' to buy your album (nigga
section, you come
Through with all that flexin'
Get your brain split
That gun ain't seen no action
On the block thuggin' in my Reebok Classics
Thug and Lil
Playing Lil' Kim's part off The Benjamins
I ain't a player, I just wear Tims
No need for gators, my feet can't swim
I'm in Reno, Nevada, sippin' a pena
of a nigga don't give a fuck about ya'
Won't even talk about ya', ho
You ain't know? I'm just a hustler, in spite of myself
Ridin' all by myself, without no
out the ghetto
We finally on track, now it's time to hit the pedal
Can't look back, gotta keep killin'
Time goin' by but I keep Crippin'
Yellow gold
All I want in this rap game is a lil fame and some mills.
Gotta make sure my family straight and I gotta handle these bills
You already know
She is a Barbie off the shelf, yeah, yeah
She is too hot, I'm finna melt, yeah, yeah
Broken glass on the floor
You say you're done but you want more
This is how we overcome
So yo' everything's gonna go ma way
We're here doing this from the mornin' sun
My light
Up until the break of day
leash
Be single and mingle around
Seen one too many get tied down
That shit right there is pricey
I ain't got no wifey
I don't mean to be pushy, pushy
plus
Supported by T thank you very much
Ain't notihng to it te way we do it
Set the date collabarate and just run through it
I been doing this shit since
you hot like Cajun or summer vacations
Light up a flame to the fire I'm blazing
Blessings on blessings this life is amazing
Beauty you are like a star
Here's a lil story bout a kid from the swampy
Laurens and Division bred
Got it tatted on me
Raised by my auntie
Mommy they got me
But it's nothing
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