Lyrics:
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
to hit 'em
While his children be with 'em, bag drops
Slide up and twist 'em
Thirsty for clout on your laptop
That's how you get finished
Homie was cappin'
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
one by one
You're not ready for the album
My record finna go platinum
It's Been to long since I made a song
I was busy all day long
But Now I'm back
I
The starter says OK,
And THERE THEY GOOOOOO!
It's car number 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, jack.
Jack? Hit me again dealer.
Number 10 has taken a lead around
dead
I stick a nigga like Spiderman webs
Ride a car door till your rider man dead
I was only comin' for your rider man's head
I done hit so many IG
snoring
She know her role, she be gone by the morning
I got Reebok on my feet
If shawty choosing, then she choosing me
Lil' bitch, I don't have a car note
a couple bitches chillin by the lagoon
We just poured a few drinks now this bitch in the mood
She ain't asking questions she just jumped in the car
Hit
Hello, my name is Rice4eveR
This entire album is brought to you in part
By my ability to hit the record button
And freestyle random ass shit
Off
into the air, his shoes flew off.
When you get hit by a car, sometimes your shoes will fly off.
Sometimes your pants will come off.
But I was not
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
Jahlil Beats
You know how that go
Catch you in the mornin' wit the toast
Crack your eggo
40 hit your car, need insurance Gecko
Oops, I mean GEICO
Anywhere
take on a repeat
I die
Has that ended?
I die
Are you ended?
Take me to the
Crossroads
You crashed your car again, ripped your noze half off your head
Killa what's really good my nigga
Un casa what's really good
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good
I got ta get on this album
I just
Cassidy
Album :
Submitted by : Daniella Roman ~*A.k.A Bubbles*~
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INTRO
R.Kelly:
Ladies and gentlemen, you are
Yeah that's right baby
You rolling to the sounds of Too $hort
Album #11 (Just Can't Stay Away)
You knew I couldn't stay away (can't stay away)
the bar, spittin' bars at the bar
Go to the bathroom, take a shit, then I hop in a Uber car
Too bizarre, you know who you are
You should get hit by
ain't)
Think you get it crunk like me but you can't
Now, now, now
Now every record that I make, I'm tryna get up out the store, man
Every car I
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
hit the club with a mug
So mean got them niggas
Like who the fuck is that
Then I hop up out the car
So clean got them hoes
Like who the fuck is that
Hit
hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit, get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by, then you get capped
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