Lyrics:
To be in a Ferrari or the old SL
Or anything you see flashin' past and can't catch
That's me, gauge on the Escalade back seat, don't creep
Oh, what you
with no roof
Excuse me I don't no what they told you
But I'm gettin in for free anywhere that I go to
Curren$y the high spitter got hella flows
Rock
'Cause the powers that be be, tryin to fight me
Standin' at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and, some take the left
But lo
you love me, I find you so attractive
Flight mode, we don't need no distractions
And we ain't walking down the street unless you hold my handgun
hype and I might have to fight back
Calm down smoke a blunt let me try that
Passed out I don't even got a night cap
So chill
Big bills
Love to travel
on now)
Can't go down the street with me
Bitches just love what they see
Yes pictures come with a fee
This dick is also not free
With the boys when
Lights on water running shit that most of us don't live in
Round here we call you lucky if you ended up in prison
Dads missing moms living off
of that candy
They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it
They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on
Phantom, Bentley,
Like that self care that you have
They'd prolly love me better if I was Whoopin my ass
Every day in the street
Fight club only me
They'd still respond
And into my lap
And i’m just tryna go home
There’s a Mike Brown
That I teach poetry to
Every tuesday
Everyday I fear for his life
And my own
And we
lips locked
You was trying to take a pit stop
You was trying to slow down
Looking for a man that can really hold you down
Me I'm from Japan so you know
Fuck that, I'm tryna shag scuz
Better find this love shack or somewhere to fuck at, ah, don't touch that
You fat dyke, I'm tryna hear some Bagpipes from
he's not
You always talking that fake
Acting like a robot better yet he go be-bop
And when I go down on a beat
Don't come looking for me cause you be
the doors don't go up, we don't want that Lambo (skrrt)
She don't dance but she dance for me
She ain't even tryna get these bands from me
Rollie shining,
always say that when they know they be fakin
So I go to the club, I don't care what I'm drinkin
I go to the club just to hang wit all the thugs
And I know
insane
If I fail to prevail, least my name won't go in vein
Millz
Trynna give me shit, I don't give a shit I'm the shit
Stay away from shit cuz that's
set in stone because you been
Aiming from the head down
It's dead now
Don't you go around trying to break bread now
It's bodies in the street
From all
another year
To be alone my only fear I wrote this song for you to hear that
I will go down with this ship
I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will
don't rap for pleasure, I rap for cheddar
Guns clap for treasure straight like that forever
H, Bleek and Jay on a track together
It's a wrap for y'all
me what I don't know
Last night homie got killed at the liquor store
Shot my nigga on the way to get a Swisher
Breaking down the weed when the call
back chronic cigarettes sittin on linen
And I'm leeeean-in, Flii's the man
My whip navigation's kit, I don't use my hands
Now let's dance, that's for all
Don't you act kamikaze (no no)
We just came here to party (yea yea)
Don't make me OOH! somebody
Ladies getcha money and fellas getcha dough
Let's go!
I
[Intro: Twista + (Ludacris)]
Yeah, you know it's about to go down right?
(Yeah!) Got to let them know who is this? (Ludacris!)
And who else n****?
cents hoe I don't need pennies
I told you I was down for the risk I'ma break this shit down into nicks hit the block and go
Go Go Go Go Go Go Ghost
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