Lyrics:
the bitches faint
Now everybody wants to chill, ill
And bill, now what the fuck is the deal
You need a nigga like me to get the shit going
187um has got
(turntable scratch noise)
Explicit lyrics is what um known to kick
Trying to make money so I can make honeys blow on mah dick
I go on a quick mission
Imma get it by any means
Go sail a boat
I ain't no bitch nigga
All I ever wanted is to be a rich nigga
More then 6 figures
Got um scope
Finger
Tyranno’ Rex with Tourettes throwin a temper tantrum
Prefer my women battered and their faces scrambled , um
I'm still itching to kill like Ichi
mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga doin' it,
Bet that baby.
These other niggas dough I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get back boy this a set back,
Once upon a time, there was a dancer. And his name was Dino Sore.
He used to roam about the countryside until his freedom was stolen. And by that,
running all you cowards out of hip-hop
Now let the beat knock
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Don't let the heat drop, let um see we moving
Um Um Umm Um Yea yea yea yea
Um Um Umm Um Yea yea yea yea
Um Um Umm Um Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
The revolution has already started
Sitting right
Blue Jay
Talkin' to me like they really wan' be on my side
But do they?
Got a VV wrapping all my bands
And 'em bills all got a blueface
Flyin high, with
now
Don't wish I could but I can't turn round
Big hills
Small wheels
Good times
Cheap thrills
Big hills
Small wheels
Big dreams
No bills
Big hills
now
Don't wish I could but I can't turn round
Big hills
Small wheels
Good times
Cheap thrills
Big hills
Small wheels
Big dreams
No bills
Big hills
To the sky, uh huh
Light that sh- Light that shit, light that shit (Um, yeah)
Light that shit, light that shit, light that shit up
I gotta bill again
they're watching
Where's little Bill (Ayo hold on)
Bill Nye that science guy wait Bill Cosby how you doing my guy
Hold on Lemme call you back but um
I'm
Aint no question bout it ima slide
Gotta keep it with me by my side
Every time we link up its a vibe
Issa vibe issa vibe issa vibe
Baby you could see
Hopping out the booth got the strap by the runtz
My shooter say slime I treat um like a son
Call me for the pack I reup then it's done
I need
mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga doin' it,
Bet that baby.
These other niggas dough I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get back boy this a set back,
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
it and glock and um cocking it gettin hot by da minute.
Soulja boy tell em I?m all about cheddar folk icey
new chevy same color as antelope.
I?m sick
You gon’ and get what you deserve
If you pay your bills up by the first
I like Del Sol on your shirt
I got the bag going to get your purse
Some
niggas run and tell a friend, um
Bad motherfuckers is bad again
Mad Circle's in the house for the ninety fo' and
If I tell I got a forty four and
I
por que o rap é compromisso.
Se liga na fita, Pola igual Bill,
traficando informação,
é tipo um míssil,
é o enxame, é a zica tiozão.
Sei que não é
Dave, what up, man? It's me, um
Just callin' to see, if possible
If you have any time today or within the next couple of days
If, if, you're in
DC cabs got my pops alright
UDC where he met my mother
Couple years later they had my brother
Low income no bills getting paid
Not to mention Wale is
the bitches faint
Now everybody wants to chill, ill
And bill, now what the fuck is the deal
You need a nigga like me to get the shit going
187um has got
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