Lyrics:
ain't trying to get by
Cause I can't just get stuck in the same old mix
Know some niggas who stuck in the same old shit
Still be thinking about all
it up
Till the sun comes up
JK the bar closes at two
We're terrible people in terrible bars
Terrible music in our terrible cars
Terrible
you want, you just wanna get loose
Rolled up in a club in the 'Bury named Slades
Brothers two-steppin' it, Beantown reppin' it
Hopped off the late
(live) knowing that are a bluff? (a bluff)
All black with my fit (fit), in the city we turnt up (turnt up)
Turnt up, up on the weekday (weekday)
2 man, 4
they take initiative
To live this shit and focus solely on the crew
Bite off more then they can chew
Exceed mental limitations and take it places
under my deodorant (fa' sho')
Weeks Ave I see you
Verse 1
Hell Rell:
When that Mac come out
Your dude run run, your crew run run
It's Hell muthafuckin'
of the wire
Bigs paws on a small pup that's fire
We had to live fast nightmares no myers
Lambs stay silent when it's real no biter
2 twin glocks no Tecca
Get a dose a dirty code to go, been cold since Co-Flow
I got a wire or two unlodgin', I'll set a fire down below
I'll hang it up when you say,
out my wicked mind, so stop by
You staring at me like you move something
Ya crew bugging mean muggin like y'all really bout to do something
I think I'm
meant to live together underneath the sun
Eye can't think of nothing better
Don't you wanna come?
Get on the boat
Never mind what time it is
keep Nina by my side I let her ride my hip
& If I get the chance to die Ima die like live yeaaa
I just got my funds up now I look like a fee
They think
is gonna rock your mind huh
Flash two times
Beat beat, you in the crew hold it
Why don't you find somebody and party
I like this part
Get down
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
on drugs, I'm the plug
Got the world in my hands, I'm above
Don't judge me for my lifestyle
I live it up, it's worthwhile
Got my crew by my side
We ride
in my pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin' this
opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd
stop till your sweat
(Come on)
Wala Wala Wale
Wala, Wala Wala, Wale, (let's do it)
Wele Wele, Wele Wele
Wele Wala, wehhh, (get ready)
Wala Wala Wale
don’t stop till your sweat
(Come on)
Wala Wala Wale
Wala, Wala Wala, Wale, (let’s do it)
Wele Wele, Wele Wele
Wele Wala, wehhh, (get ready)
Wala Wala
licked and you're on whatever I'm on
So let's fly to Madrid
Learn how to dance with the natives I been patiently waiting for u to come sit
With a real
got metaphysical lyrics that are glistenin'
And the people who know what's up, are locked up, shut up and shot up
They tried to keep us down, but by
actin all outrageous
From dusk to dawn, and from dawn back to dusk
They do anything and everything, tryin to come up
It's kinda sickenin, how the cash
really think anyone's gonna believe that pimpin shit
Huh, I guess not
Haven't you heard, that pimpin shit is dead
[Verse 2: MJG]
Bitch chill, Hold up, you
this as a plus
Don't nobody hit the pad like us
And would get up in that ass
But the fags might bust
And since poppin' tags is a must
I hit the bank
there brangin' in
Ushering in the new millennium
With plenty premium
Phonetics for ears
So all of y'all come and get it
Although there's a few haters out
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