Lyrics:
shit just happened to my nigga Terrence
A week later now somebody else is laying dying
Surrounded by a crowd of people and his momma crying
The way
my albums goin platinum and gold
I'm thinkin - Jaguars and a Bentley Rolls
I'm thinkin - bein rich before I'm 24
I'm feelin - wood grain all in my
and fashion shows
I'm thinkin - all my albums goin platinum and gold
I'm thinkin - Jaguars and a Bentley Rolls
I'm thinkin - bein rich before I'm 24
I'm feelin
fucked for they publishing, heh
Always gotta be the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see
a supa dupa car
Got 9 D-V-D's I'm watching the Entourage
Nextel, Cellular(hello)windows tinted
I payed for my ride your Benzo rinted
I'm all weed
Cartier glasses
Spinnin' the yard
Ain't no drive-bys, we in your bushes
We jumpin' out while you was parkin' your car
Shootin' they yard
Shit leave you
A half a brick from him
Movin' 'round six cars deep like
It's a hit on me
Hundred round drum on the AR
I'm tryna hit somethin'
I'll march to Flint for
ins Auge wie Bushwick Bill
Ich Kill at Will, und "Hit 'Em Up", Rap-A-Lot
Lös' mit meinem Album gleich den angeblich besten deutschen Rapper ab
Statt
and Rottweilers
I stay by myself, cause I know these bitches hot liars
Boy, go take it in, you got your shit and the block on fire
I might hit up Saks to drop a bag
Saw me in the rear view, now you wonder where I went
I'ma get you if I owe ya, visit ya residence
Lay the merk game down, and then I'ma hit the fence
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us
It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq,
me that slop top (slurp)
I skrrt round town in a drop-top (skrrt)
I like fast cars no stop stop (skrrt)
If you see four man in the ride
Better know
Jesus loves me yes I know
Caught the dragon by his toe
If I holler don't let go
Girl you've got to take it slow
Roll down the window if you're in
Fingers startin up the car
Style when I sleep
Slicker when I hit the street
Greens pillin' up
Body builder when I lift the beat
My weed sour my bitches
know I aint the one
I promise im not catch me a opp and im waving the glock
12 get behind me get hit wit the mop
Choppa go off it sound like helicopters
and the trees have no shade
Spark your motherfucking blunt if you're with me
By the house, by the car
In my backyard
By the tree, by the fence
By the old park
trappin' like cheaters got various spots
From weed to powder, powder to rock
Been havin' mask and gloves in my car (car)
I take a shroom and stare
inch chrome
I love to shine, that's why the choppa is mine
Hit my block in my Benz hoe with stretch tires
Bought a new car that I couldn't drive
These niggas prayin' on my downfall
Nigga, grab the blush, blow him off (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Everybody hit him, that's the protocol
Hotel cars
You get money and brand new problems
I can't front 'cause nigga be ballin'
I got the bando jumpin' like Spalding
Get you hit up, get sliced
clip, I bet you niggas gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo
[Chorus]
"Back, front back, front back, fr-front back, side to side" [Repeat: x2]
Never let hoe
be?
You know my table be the bar
Could it be?
I'll have your bitch trendin' by tomorrow
Could it be?
I spent a half a million on my car
Could it
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