Lyrics:
chain and ask me where is T.I.P
Now dey realize dat kuntry king da man in da streets
It's real mayne cocaine, yea dey finally get a G
[Chorus]
[Verse
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
UnHuh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Aye E hand me one of them mortherfucking percs g
I ain't even finna pop it I'm finna sell this bitch
Niggas bitches
look act and sound and same
They'd rather see me clash make me
Push back my album date
By any means necessary
Get me on a Malcolm wave
And now they got
him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
She just out here tryna win double G inside the lens
See the world and find a man cop the coupe with tiers thin
Like she thin she a ten hit your pockets
out here tryna win double G inside the lens
See the world and find a man cop the coupe with tiers thin
Like she thin she a ten hit your pockets in
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
len za to že píše jak Tolstoj
Pozri sa na naše príbehy kde sme, už dnes Kontrafakt ide Rolls boys
Aj keď by som mohol mať finíto
Zas je tu album
Uh
Can't stop me
Say what I want bitch I'm too ballsy
Stay pissed
Too salty
They missed
B.I.G. who shot me?
Uh
Too gnarly
I'm too swift in this bitch
východnej Európy na strechu sveta
Cez Amsterdam na Ibizu a naspäť do ghetta
Nesieme 300 000 v ruksaku Nike, v Amsterdam zuidoost do I.N.G banky
Vo svete kde
the deuce to the ten
Vinnie a carnivore y'all is arugula fem
Mecca Medina followed by Jerusalem then
I'm a gorilla from the Biblical zoo with the pen
Kool
but your raps are boring
They leave me snoring, you ain't making hits
All due respect man, it's not a diss
But your album stinks like imported Swiss
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
(Nah)
They say they can't find me, they need a new lens
How you ain't find me, I'm whipping the benz (Yeah, yeah)
I speed past your street and you ain't
got it
Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite
Count money all night under the candlelight
Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy P, or is it Lionel?
Not a model, but I
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
thing
[Jt - "H*U*P"]
You aint got no choice, gotta get used to the sound of my voice
Put your G's up and yup make some noise
Say I'm cocky well then you
festival ti rozjebe piču jak Tomy Kotty
Prejebaný vstup len aby si si zničil boty
Keby som mal hrať o štvrtej tak idem radšej robiť
Dúfam, že vám bude pršať
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
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,
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
By the way we keep it G got the hoes choosing
Check the score nigga no we ain't the ones losing
Choppin' blades while I'm Saturday night cruising
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