Lyrics:
(maaan, you balling out of control)
Say whoo pop roof, 20's got me sitting low
(maaan, you balling out of control)
Say whoo, I got a gallon and a pound
in vaults
Kinda crazy
My last bid was the shortest and she ain't wait for me
Spent half my 20s in prison and aged gracefully
For paper, you know we
All this syrup in my stomach got me fucked up for some days
Roll on 22s I’m with some some 20s filled em with some 8s
If I drown up in this drank they
was gettin' too much money
Too many niggas in whips sittin' on 20's
Too much connections to the streets, y'all niggas doin' somethin'
And after
the crazy for tomorrow
This night is sweet news from a herald
F. Scott Fitzgerald
She in my view with Daisy-like apparel
No need to put the 20's on my ride
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
a motherfucker we blowing money we getting
10's on 20's on 50's on 100's and couple of bad bitches here freakin'
Russian kid, I'm in my zone, makin' some bread
I'm in a whiptail smashin' it
Mase wen't to chruch, set down, imagine it
Who me? Devil's Advocate Shit
Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail
a fact
I love blue 100s
So I keep em in the stash
Gave the pull the fucking 20s
Nigga let him make it stack ..
And this pack
This Shit is booming like
I
'Specially when you're sittin' on 20's they get nauseous
Standin' in the Azure with white Air Forces
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin'
I am
The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting
Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
Platinum on the block with consistent hits
While
the phone call dawg im
Counting like 50 a day
And G-O-D keep on blessin' me
Settin' the path
The Devil tryna get in my way
I give no fuck 'bout the enemy
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
was broke there was pussy galore
Now I throw 20's and 10's on ya hoe
Don't pick it up cause I got me some more now
HB got that shit
Don't pick it up
HIP HOP ScVED
FROM FINGER PRINTS IN c BOOK/
THEY cSK WHY DO DOVES CRY
WE REPLY CcUSE THEY SHOOK/
20S THE NEW 30/
30S THE NEW 40/
SKILLS IS FOREVER
GOT
I had stopped poppin' them 20's
I'm back on that pink molly
Now I'm getting back to myself
That bitch on my hip
She look just like my 40-cal
They say
on that thing
With 20's like Ginobli
G-5 sitting on the runway
Just to go to LIV on a Sunday
I spend it make it right back on a Monday
All my niggas rolling
on that thing
With 20's like Ginobli
G-5 sitting on the runway
Just to go to LIV on a Sunday
I spend it make it right back on a Monday
All my niggas rolling
a couple of models
You a balla you outside or in
I pulled up there's more outside then in
Niggaz in the parkin lot sparkin blunts
Like if you ain't on 20's
New Yorkers
'Specially when you're sittin on 20's they get nauseous
Standin in the Azure with white air forces
[Chorus]
You can catch me in
a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting
devil in the mirror he all that i see
It's like I never meant shit not even to me
The Devil in the mirror, he's all that I see
It's like I never meant
Free all them
I'm in the hood givin' 20s to shorties
Why? Cause I used to steal outta Aldi's
Now I pull up in them Audis
Can't see through the smoke
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