Lyrics:
breakfast in the morning in the sunlight?
Tell me what you got for me, what you got for me
What you got, baby won't you shake it for me, what you got for me?
Hey baby can't you come on home
it's a cold nigth and i'm all alone
this bed's too big, it's much too wide
i need you darling right by my side
unplugged
(Throw hands) Throw hands in the pit
Baby boy is on his shit, tall cans and the fifth, yeah
Forty ounce and the fifth, that's an algorithm
Forty
guerillas
Nigga....were....y'all....at, I'm a lil' tiger
And I wear....all....black full of that fire
And I puff til its gone, boy I'mma a rider
Strap up cuz
a train
Tumbleweed and fire
Blowin' down the endless plain
Memories and shadows
Down the sand into the blue
See my mother with a baby
See that
and spark the fire
sittin laid back in the zone
so I'm a take two hits then I'm a pass it on
Pass it here 'cause I'll be blowin more smoke than a chimney
She just wore my shirt and jeans and didn't mind at all.
And early in the mornin' we'd wake up by the roadside
I'd build a fire and she'd get out
get it in, then I get it gone Baby, I can't stop, that's what they want
Ima lone wolf, I'm by myself, I'll be alone
I just pass by Jupiter, I'm higher
with me, baby
From NY to LA, I've been smokin' that fire
Frequent flyer, round my miles so you know I get higher
Had that Indiana homegrown loud as fuck
And I'm tryna warn ya
Block party baby, meat on me
But my grandmamma peach cobbler fire believe me
And I'm sippin on Hen with all my friends
Boppin gap
reason then I'm cuttin they throats
gettin the doe, all out yellin lets ride
my baby say lets do it big, I'm sayin lets do it live
Bling Bling, so we comin
[cover song of "I Got 5 On It" by Luniz]
[Intro]
Haha, re-re-remix, bitch!
(Throw me that fire!)
We creepin' in, too, baby!
(We got 5
drive
Up on Jackson's' Peak
Kiss me on the beach by a big bon fire
Make the sparks fly through the air
If you really want this thing to go somewhere
If
vice, lord
Baby momma's come with the drama, made her my wife lord
Lord know I'm goin' hope you see I'm trying to do right, lord
Shake 'em up and blowin
fuck up my mind
I just can't let that slide
Give an inch you take a mile
Then multiply by five
I see that look in your eyes
I know your soul on fire
Blowin' purp in the fire, burn pipes loud, mayne
You hear a 'skrrt,' then you hear a 'blrrt,' hit the ground, mayne
Them niggas fuckin', out of a bucket,
Blowin' purp in the fire, burn pipes loud, mayne
You hear a 'skrrt,' then you hear a 'blrrt,' hit the ground, mayne
Them niggas fuckin', out of a bucket,
the type of car that I'm drivin'
I been strivin'
With damn near nothing to fight with
Flashlight, nightstick, ain't no blowin' up right quick
Type shit,
coppin p millers
Coppin big weight BIT*H
Back ina g blowin the gas shit got hot
Tryin flee the scene me and my niggas got stopped by the cops
I was dirty
brain like a genie
Obtain desires by thinking, you can't be trusted you sneaky
Caught you leaking you Wiki
I got fire off the head, like a n***a Tiki
I'm
strike a light
Fuck five mics, my fire burn the wire
Cause we the niggas that plug, wrap 'em in the rug
Flames mini blowin on my hands like dust
Chicks
country girl I really doubt you gon' find
Did a keg stand, baby now it's go time
Up top, round back, 'member how I found that new booty
Now "New Booty
Yeah, I'm feelin' this one right here, nah nah nah, let that one play, know what I'm talkin
bout
Shit, it's the 4-8 bar, baby, let's get it, fuck it,
chick's strapped
Rubber grip with the kickback
Yeah we hittin' licks and niggas still
Ain't get they lick back
I'm on fire, yeah I'm on NBA ham time
I'm
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