Lyrics:
I'm aware that my artistry different
I'm aware that my heart is by my cuff link
Though I'm living a life with a lot of plush things
I'm living a life
by my aim (aim aim)
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
Replenish my sins repeat then repin
Next chick buddy list gotta sleep
On the tricks
come back and win by three
Alright!
I love it!
Fuck you guys!
Sorry, buddy...
Who's the new guy?
Oh, that's my friend John.
Hey John... sweet hat!
your nigga still drink Pinnacle
Bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit, call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash,
it's harder to see sometimes
Tryna find my peace of mind
You said, "How could we be so blind, babe?"
You just follow your dreams, you go live your
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
And decided we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet
We had a lil' bit of money
trying to pull up a few vents
Stargazing baby, that's just my only way to say it
Because I don't need to be with myself
Because you are just yet another
Checkin my outfit, mix match flip flops, dead fresh doin my dance I’m lit hot Haters start talking make me start Jay walking
do the pop smoke den put
you really did me crazy I was Callin you my baby
Shoulda never let you play me when you lied I knew
I cruise by and them perks got me too high
I know
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
on you
I'm the realist in the biz, how you livin'?
'Cause you can get it how you live
And while you livid, I'm a say my pull out game is so real
I still
all...
Now lissen! It just so happend... tonight me and my girlfriends, I mean, we've all come here for one thing tonight...
Yeah?
Looking for a guy
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly
And is also known as a buster
Always talkin' about what he wants
And just sits on his broke ass
So (no)
A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly
And is also known as a buster
Always talkin' about what he wants
And just sits on his broke ass
So (no)
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
know
I live by that anything you can do I can do better mentality hoe
Do me better than they do themselves
And impressionists bow at the feet
c'mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone
Baby baby
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They
'cause I be 'round La Brea
They know we get live
My cousin got robbed right by my dog
But, I picked my homeboy side
How do I seem in front of my people
c'mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone
Baby baby
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They
(we chillin')
(we chillin')
Girl you wanna come to my Hotel
Baby I'll leave you my room key
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl
And I
better than
And these niggas, they be bitches, they be checkin' in
These niggas chicken, they be layin' eggs
And I ain't happy 'til I get my million
on you
I'm the realist in the biz, how you livin'?
'Cause you can get it how you live
And while you livid, I'm a say my pull out game is so real
I still
Waltzed into the door, at Duffy's Gun Store
Breezed up the floor, with my buddy Brenton
For us fun was checking out guns
The agenda today, one by
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