Lyrics:
gotta take 'em back
I wanna take my bitch around the globe
Hawaii, hand glidin' in the mountains, shittin' on these hos
Rare bottles by the barrel
but ain't worth half the cake
Have me runnin' from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes
They want to knock me take for Christ sakes
50 Cent, let's see if
rich gotta couple dips with her
Fascinated by the bottle she wanna take a sip
Rolling 'em up bat size
Walk by get high off a contact
'Cause the mood's
your bottles, we pour up and got the blue chips (we got the chips)
Text me in the morning, I'm like who dis?
I can't touch the Heavens, got a loose grip
Droppin fast who's next, next to get wet
By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
Is reality the truth,
matta the bih gave me mat mat
Catch me in the section with the bottles and ba bas
Cheesy, cheese provolone yea she like my song
Groovy we don't get along
gotta take 'em back
I wanna take my bitch around the globe
Hawaii, hand glidin' in the mountains, shittin' on these hos
Rare bottles by the barrel
grave
Sinh2win
The only way
And I still keep the faith
But the bottles in my face
And I got em by the case
I ain't fuckingWith no jakes
Touch a mill
I be
and believe and harvest
Seed for the girls who's looked down by the world set em free
(Let me switch it up a little bit)
Took our credit didn't need a loan
on
I get you Prada today
cnd I told her this is a pain song
Rick Owen Dark Shadow the lace
cnd I told you that you was dead wrong
These nigga they feen
[Chorus: Noreaga:]
Cuban connection, flexin', willin', sippin' Crystal by the gallon, Queens stallion
(Royal Flush, no doubt)
Iced down medallions
(Royal
can’t lie about this but my options opened
Broski passed me the spliff like Foden we made a good team like Scholes and Owen
I burst up my mesh and the man
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
shallow pockets
Never let go
Yo
Silly me for wanting you about more
Same silly me that was shoving you out the door
Adorned with everything that both
can't feed myself how I'mma feed you?
How I'mma ride with this tank on empty, sellin yola hoping that the jakes dont get me
Cause when I leave the crib
motto
You talking stupid you down by tomorrow
I got that gold on my plate
They fucking with me too late
I just can't fuck with the jakes
Whole world see
for wear
But you'll have with me: memories
I signed the night
With a bottle for my troubles
As my weary head subsides
I own the night
With a carefree
Noreaga(chorus)
Cuban connection,flexin,wilin,sippin crystal by the gallon ,Queens
stalion
(Royal Flush-No doubt)
Iced down medallions
(Royal Flush-What's it
ain't never paid no bitch
Thank God my ma ain't raise no bitch
All work they ain't ever gave me shit huh
They said I'm a monster
Get judged by who I'm
I just left New York, with the work
Baby bottle lean
Never cut me short I like my
Bands and my ounces green
When she see that wrist work
Bet that hoe
the flat, and I hope that the jakes don't come (okay)
I done gave nine k to k, came back with a- oh, my God
Had a drop-top Merc' and a kid by twenty-one
cinematic
Noise in the attic, bang out with the automatics
It's hood politics that bring the hunger back
I'm straight chopping wood, call me the lumberjack
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
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