Lyrics:
ain't no get well soons (R.I.Ps)
I'm trynna put that boy on the news
Hit his block late night with them tools (With them wops)
I want him dead ion play by
worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep a condom by my belt
You know better than to trust somebody else, right
(Right?)
Uh, smokin' ganja but I'm still
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
show
Because my tongue is actually fast but then again it's slow
See yo (Throw it bro) you say cheeka-boo
A name pertained for niggas who WHO
Who
her with that dick it snatch her soul
I was in that kitchen I can show you how to use the stove (Stove Stove)
I think I'm moving to fast now I gotta
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
shop
Been employed in the kitchen
Grab the bull by the horn na corrida de Toro
Take pics with the racks out not shooting a porno
Eyes shed ink
Now I'm
Uh..uh..
I know whatchu thinkin
Oh this kid is over there wit it?
Yeah I'm over there wit it
This Tha Emcee yo
See that last joint was just
promise I'm never defined by the digits
Never defined by the critiques
This ain't a spiritual, lyrical, miracle rap
Why in the fuck would I ever do that?
guy at an all time high
I'm living at an all time high
You looking at an all time guy at an all time high
Yo Spottie, this one throwed, baby
I can't
to do right about now
We gonna get kinda funky
I am the Puff Daddy
And I'm rolling with my man Biggie Smalls,
Mary J. Blige and J-C from Jodeci
And we
a zone
He got the purple by the bundles, I'm still high when I get home
I'm well-connected fool, they held me down for summers
It's D-O-double G, matter
dry
I’m drug in by my tide
It’s been fun I tried
Lord Lord Lord
Blessed self love straight up
You don’t have to look any further
Pray up stay up
Know
but I'm blockin' like goalies
You gone stay right by my side what you told me
She see my diamonds they shiny and glowy
How you gone leave me then fuck
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
Back in the day we played hopscotch
Gambling money surrounded by bitches and honeys I'm pimpin like Travis Scott
This is the Asian lifestyle
Gimmie
colossal I been underground like a fossil
I been in the lab, check the catalog I been in the kitchen with nada
You got swears in your circle like waffles I'm
let's gone up to the top drop that album
So by this time next year we will be chilling in Belize
Let's get it
End of message, to erase this, messaged
on ya shoulders
I can't wait, It's now or never
So grab the bull by the horns
And get ready for forever
Play for me
Pick, Flick and Pluck your stings for
Tyson ready to bite somebody
Baby said she quit, but now she back on Molly
Designer on my body-ody-ody-ody
White lamb, Yo Gotti
don't never pass this worry on to nobody, we gifted
Inner visions clear, I'm tearing up my own body
Leaves falling, rake it up, Nicki and Yo Gotti
Stop
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
why our four tour buses hit more cities than Greyhound
Hip-hip hooray, Tha Liks is on the way
I'm like the homey that drops by, and stays all day
We
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