Lyrics:
to the city. Located in the heart of Old Delhi, the Chandni Chowk market has a rich history and is known for its narrow lanes, crowded streets, and colorful
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
he was a kid used to ride a bitch out
All grown up now
Nice job, nice clout
Nice wife, nice house, try-na take the right route
Treat sis like a queen
a hobby, gun bustin' the job
But the sickest niggas out is the bitchest niggas out
And I could take em on the street and straight whip 'em in the house
scratched but I don't got nails
Got my own truck but I want to drive trails
Plus I won a house in ATL and that depends on my sales
And I'm tryin' to get
the fries
Would you stick by my side?
Would you ride?
Would you roll?
Would you go?
Need to know, Need to know
Hit a slump
What if business was slow?
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
This that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you smokin' at my spot
I need to know if you can handle
'Cause we smoke it by the quarter
This that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you smokin' at my spot
I need to know if you can handle
'Cause we smoke it by the quarter
the house, she always tend to start shit
No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honor classes
By those that were slow as molasses
Take this
to chill when the club is crowded
But these dudes drink the liquor down daily by the gallon, wondering why their license ain't valid
We got drink over here,
the kids I won't be home for a while
Tell Mom don't stress, it'll go by fast
Get my last piece of sex
Before they ship my ass
Process it, down state my
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
parent's house
And have dinner with me and my family
Tell me what you would do to make
That first impression really stick"
Let's see, uh, well, I'd have
fought 'cause I got crowded
Nowadays for he who try and catch your mom and upside down
Graduated to Waffle House, back then it used to be McDonald's
the lane with nobody else next to it
Ain't get here by myself, lot of help next to it
Word to chilly chill, that's myself let's do it
1St and 15 ent, FNF
all in your face
Like sneakers you can get laced, trying to run up in my place
Had a stash house, had a crack house man
Had about a couple safes
Is that
My momma wombed me
Dondas house roomed me
Che & Donnie groomed me
Chicago balooned me
Jeff kooned me
Built for Cuban links
Columbia cocooned me
Kumba
światło dzienne
Ujrzał "L Niño Vol 1", jak na razie ostatni
Studyjny album artysty w muzyce
Znowu słychać klimat
House of Pain i Cypress Hill
Ale też g-funk
Instead I brought in a million
A new house and a million
Bitch I'm tryna raise kids and
I said first off
How can I say this all politely?
Fuck
digging your feng shui
How's life in LA?
How's the weather? Okay
You look better with braids, in the house burning sage
You look better with age by 27, you
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
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