Lyrics:
Want a milli I times it by 2
Want a milli I times it by 4
I'm the key I can open the door
Same dude still be in the dorm
Break rules don't follow
pour raffler tout
L'or, crypto, euros, dollars
Pour les bleus, j'ai l'mollard, un avocat
Et 2-3 polaks j'mélange pas Coca-Cola
J'parle aux fidèles comme
two G’z on the side
Trap line bling, got fiends on the line
Hit a couple stains to survive
Got no stripes can’t come to da hive
Swear loves way
where the pack it's getting late
I-I could never love a thot so get the fuck up out my face
Put no trust inside no hoe, that bitch might give that neck
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I'm
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
everything, beating like Harpo
Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car load
They wana see Prince, I'm pulling strings like Carlos
Santana, now we in
ya face, you're it!
It's I who come by drive-thru
Gator-toed Mauri, three quarters, sky blue
Look at mami: eyes blue, 5'2"
I approached her "Hi
and
Step out my groove and let out my tools
The hammer kill, the hammer
Will make you stop
Drop and roll like you slipped
On a banana peel
Live by the code
cambio loco de nuevo haciendo magia en el maldito instrumental carnal vol.2.
and measure planets by parallax
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation
I feel like Rockwell,
[Wyclef]
Ladies N gents
Back by popular demand
Its the G&B with Carlos Santana
[Product g&B]
Li we in up in here its not a game no more
You
Old school Chevy faster den a silver bullet.
Strawberry paint seats vanilla puddin'
Two bitches goin' at each other pussy.
Top chopped sent da car
You're in a privileged position to
Learn a thing or two
You got the right to wear something tight
And have the time of your life
Come bounce with
61 to the 9 the city of mine
Got motherfuckers running like at Santana High
So don't try using my name for your fame
Mad 'cause a youngster got
2.0, t'as jamais personne, on sait qu'c'est des salades (Swang, swang, swang, swang)
T'es trop buena pardon si je mord
Pas de love, deux couteaux 36
my mark on the Earth
Takin' my drugs in doses
My bitch by the pack
Came from the, came from the mud
First to put the hood on the jet
First to put
cocked
A Santana rock
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up
from or where you at
It take you wherever you wanna go
'Cause when you're in shany's world, man, it don't even matter
See, I go by the name of chink
send me down by the scarecrow
And they say hey boy
You better picking bluebirds all day long
It's about time you really got it on
And I know you brothers
full of drugs
If they like me, tell 'em line up
While I sit behind team, point 'em out like a line up
[Verse 11: Juelz Santana]
Mic check, one two, one
me by accident,
Play lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.)
[Chorus: x2]
To play the game, sure to win
?
I sacrificed, I rolled
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Black by popular demand
The nigga with the most weed
The nigga with them bars (real shit nigga)
Reggie Noble
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