Lyrics:
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
can't stop 'til I retire!
Oh no, we stay swoll, rolling on Vogue tires!
Right down the avenue, passing you rapidly stacking
In the back of the Cadillac
they can't MC
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
Let's get back to the point quickly, get with me
The voice from New
dojo got my windows crack
My window crack im smoking doja seat laid back
My window crack im smoking doja seat laid back
Riding around the city with my
Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'
Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
Slow mo', nigga check out my promo
You mo'fo's can't fuck with my
little nigga get paid
Been tryna blaze all day cant find my lighter
Hope I get to some flame by the time the day expire
My day with no blaze like no air in
Lonely im so lone in here they cant help me
Because nobody can yea lonely
Even tho it allways has been
Laid back when you dance with me in midnight
Are you
make room, MAKE ROOM, make room)
You can't stop the shining
Yo, don't slip Mike
You don't want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you,
make room, MAKE ROOM, make room)
You can't stop the shining
Yo, don't slip Mike
You don't want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you,
Glock laid on the table
Day by day closer to fatal
This open Bible ain't savin' me
When it's covered all in this Hennessey
But I pick myself back up
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
at the start
Now we can't be apart
Sitting in the back of the cab
Listen to hits from the past
Memories slowly arouse
I can't
Stop thinking about you
niggas you touch me
I blow up the microphone like Marilyn Manson, you can't hush me
Yeah
Heat'll make anything move
Even Tyson, can get laid down,
slow.
Fuck me like you want it. Hittin' every little organ by her stomach.
Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'.
[Daz]
And you
yeah
See by thru dey face
I'm winnin the race
I do dis shit laid back yeah
Up inna da mornin, I'm way to lit, way to gone
Imma keep goin, gotta pay rent,
different, let's stop the cap, stop the raps
I dunno if i even have a chance and that's a fact
And i lacked way back when i laid back and watched
People rob
put the whole city on my back
No hide and seek we bring out poles
We shoot at the ones who ain't know
Ain't droppin I can't let it go
These niggas been
and pop
The clock is tickin' and we can't stop (can't stop, no)
Open that soda pop, bop-a shu-bop shu-bop
The clock is tickin' and we can't stop
We
and pop
The clock is tickin' and we can't stop (can't stop, no)
Open that soda pop, bop-a shu-bop shu-bop
The clock is tickin' and we can't stop
We
like brrrump bump bump
Crack I crease sound like a big bitch
In the back trying get up out a little nigga trunk
Turn heads for I even hit the block
the next bitch
I flew by, up in that can’t reach
Dubai, sand dunes, yeah the best beach
The 'too live' gone cruise in the flip back
Million dollar babe
take backs
I'm the bomb now, about to get my pay back
I want pay back, why you on my dick? You can't take that
On a wave you can't phase that, you can't
And the gospel on tv
He got all of the transcripts
Back to 1963
Back to 1963
He said I sold my blood for money
There wasn't any pain
But I just can't stand
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
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