Lyrics:
With In Minutes
Fresh In My Prime, JUST Riddle Me That
Pacino cL (The) Globe Is Mine
Mission For Violence, Its Granted By Blood
Missing the Ones You
the hour, and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I'd like to call him somethin', I think I'll just call it a day
Pour me somethin'
Meet me by the bar
Don't say this enough
But I need you
Might take a couple more drinks to say what I want
But I need to
Know it's been a minute
But
to keep a roll of them bitches like which one (one one)
(its the boss)
(radio killer)
Its not a dream baby
(radio killer killer killer)
Or is it a dream
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La
I always wanted to be a boss
I always wanted to be a shot caller
Back when Lil' Troy was going back to balling
I plotted getting me a biashara
Bila
no illusion
Tinie Tempah, come in
A hundred thousand people everybody mosh pitting
I make the most of every minute that the clock give me
So
hate sauerkraut
That's all I'm really tryin' to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandary
a five milly week
Montana
Yea they hate but they broke though
And when it's time to pop they a no-show
Yea I'm pretty but I'm loco
The loud got me
the hour, and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I'd like to call him somethin', I think I'll just call it a day
Pour me somethin'
never fade
I done paid tryna be the boss
Tell me what it really cost
I've been dealing with it all
I just really wanna ball
I just really wanna ball
I've
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
the doctor told her sister of the two options she had to survive; she had to let the child die for her to live or let the child live for her to die. It was
soul and my rib by side
Que sera sera no hablo ma ma das yea tell them This is real
Hey wait a minute you know that they hate
Because they hate for
way to pick you up but then I missed the exit
Pulled up on your friend she was 2 minutes away
I might as well not pretend I'll pull up on you in the day
Take no loss, he the boss, I'm giving away my hardened
heart, believe me, he the boss
Ain't no time to play a part, time to change a different course
the clues inside my surroundings
Klout squad business, we back in effect
The only way you advance on is if you pass the test
A boss already got her loving
thing with the "Bling Bling"
A whole lot of haters out there it seem
But I flip 'em all off and keep doin my thing
I'm a boss about, when I Inglewood
And I hate this car
I hate the windows
And I hate this noise
One minute you're here and the next you're scunnering
Admit it, admit it
But I get more
and I'm totin' them sticks
Fuck nigga mad 'cause I fucked on his bitch
Came out the mud and they hate I got rich
Can't be two-sided, I'm bangin' that six
married and live in our world
Let's play rough; we can get wild
I could go home, but I'll stay
Cheat but I won't
So I go by Weezy
Love me or leave
it's In-N-Out
Money every minute, nigga, I look like a millionaire
Big player, sittin' at the end in the boss chair
Sewin' loose ends, get you caught
shit's disgusting
So I keep the Off right on my belt
Alone is dangerous, always contemplating
Don't mind walking by myself
I hate talking to myself
But my
like this, fans pass out when I kiss
If you hate then you are toast, knot breakers keep burnin' witch
Chain hang, diamonds swang, two red cups my
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