Lyrics:
the set up, I get up, and leave em wet up, I ain’t dying no time soon, I got more time to consume, better make some room, at the top, by the time my album
and
You're softer than some flour
Lost my Grandma while I'm workin' on this album
I know she's watching over
I ain't worried bout the outcome
Here to raise
Like you pushing that p yeah
Yeah I'm in the ghost yeah
Hopped up out the rolls yeah
She come in three point one four seconds
Call that cream pie yeah
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
Learnin' my way by street schemes,
Cream, Cash Rules Everything Around Me,
But I learned not to hound the money, but let the money hound me,
[Chorus]
Eins
Doch charten dann nicht mal auf die Zwei
Ich hab' nur Real-Ones auf dem Album
Ich geb' ein' Fick auf deinen Hype
Ich sipp' 'ne Cream Soda mit
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
So we all know how the story goes
But what would you do to get it
Money is the root of all evil
But how you want yours
It's all about that cream
gotta get this mil
C.R.E.A.M dolla dolla bill (dolla dolla y'all)
I just wanna breath and chill
First I gotta get this mil
C.R.E.A.M dolla dolla bill
say that's what I need
Some fucking ice cream
To feed the screams inside of me
By now you can hit all the beats
Head banging the wall, sob and scream
on
As we were leaving from the funeral
I was grabbed by brother Gene
And we laughed and made one final toast
With daddy's Ice Cream
Daddy's Ice Cream wasn't
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
Here's a story about a shorty chasin' the cream
Her daddy was an inmate, her mommy
pass an ice cream shop that looks nice enough, but all of the passengers begin mocking its credibility as a quality purveyor of sweet dairy products—at
the album "Vegetarians of Love"
*Written by Bob Geldof/Pete Briquette
second album
One dozen melodies to listen
Include this number
Keeping in company
Well, hoping that this record sells
Singing by our wishing well
So AlexdaKid and KidinaKorner checking me out daily
My latest album making waves already
Check me out I’m Number One in New Releases Baby
Headed
shit, just rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won
rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV
the windows down
Grindin getting that cream shit too simple now
Yeah you know I fuckin ride
Keep that fifty by my side
That bitch just done killed my vibe
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