Lyrics:
boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like erb, word (hey man)
You heard it here first with your master plan in reverse
I ain't the one with
with him; he helped me out, uh, in the early stages of recording[03:32.98]Getting that confidence behind vocals[03:36.09]Yeah, you know, I'm really
too
My money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay?
Let's go!
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Today was
way
New kicks
Lou Kang
All black
Bruce Wayne
I rock out
You might grow to this
Written names on my arm
There's a whole lotta love
If you let me in
I
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my self, you
in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my
Ay, ay, ay
My money stacking, my money compounding
Jotting down notes with my pen until my notebook become an album, uh
I'm full of myself, yeh, ego
that fire
Shadow wax in the freezer
How you doing
I think
I love the song, my fish is called Tweezer
Tweezer
Hangin' out
I run off, yeah
Gettin' litty
ever decide to sing
Want y'all to love my music but i hate bitches that cling
You might want to get some more bars in before i start to zing
Like albums
looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci thirty-eight by twenty-nines
And two dicks got these shits looking hella tight
I pop tags in morning, you pop bands
anyones letting you make a sting like
“The Cover Album was sickening
Listening to Bling Face sing is making my ears ring
Say I need some autotune, bitch,
me
Spit a different VERSION
NAP IN THE STU in the MORNING
I'll be ON MY OWN if you a person that's annoying
But love it when she drop it like a CLAW
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
by mistakes, I think the devil out to get me
Ten in my pocket ain't have me enough to get lemonade and a fish plate
Ain't f** with you got b** ways
If
commodity in this city. The poem is also a love letter to poetry, with its use of the extended metaphor of smoking, though I always remind students, when I'm
Didn't I take off the morning just to ride with ya', yeah
After the dark comes the sunset
Tell the ones you love "You might only get one chance"
I
in a Lambo
Call shots, then I make em' like Rambo
I stack green like lettuce in a cambro
Y'all playin' like you're made by Hasbro
Y'all playin' with
Counting up dollars I'm counting up green
What the fuck you mean
I keep on getting that money, collecting that paper
Like that shit be growing
the picture for peace
Large wishes dismembered in several scenes
I'm Kubrick with chemistry
You're degenerate, generously
Poor me, poor, poor me
Got them
niggas
As far as these chicks, they lovin? the pipe
And she don't even like you, wanna thug in her life
See, she wanna a nigga go and walk the hood with
around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you
love you then you know it be a lie
Shawty in the corner
With the pretty green eyes
I know I'm sinful but she's so divine
Shawty in the corner
With
Rockin' off-beat with a smile
Or smirk or chuckle, yes some are not up to
BDP Posse so I love to
Step in the jam and slam
I'm not Superman, because
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