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(Here comes the Silverton...
Now down by the station early in the mornin' there's a whole lotta people in line
And they all got a ticket
many guy have come to you
With a line that wasn't true (wasn't true), and you, passed them by
Now your in the center ring and their lies don't mean
[B.G.]
Niggas be hating 'cause B.G. got it
On top of the line only got it but I ride it
From the hummer to the rover to the project
B and C
Top notch whips that's
What I drive
24 inches rims and tires
Hatin' ass niggas can't believe they eyes
They starin' me down, and I don't know why
question the set
So much bread and cheese I'm trying to out pizza the hut
Not the shooter, .45 connect your head to the butt
Feel unstoppable cause I done
they can suck my rigatoni
Makin cheese, macaroni
I keep The mansion on Tony
I might go win me a Tony or maybe an Oscar
How cliché for an Italian to be
Winkle, sleeping on me
Consider this your wake up call, backing down is deep in your dreams
Dreaming of my surrender, like Aerosmith
You can Dream On, 2020
Days pass by
It's all the same it's all because days don't die
They only depreciate
Swinging on the front porch and watching neighbors pass us by
Yelling
They don't wanna see you up no
They just wanna knock you down
Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
First things first I’m a keep my foot on they necks
I won’t
eating up the cheese game
I'm flippin' packs, get it by any means, man
Shawty hit my line talkin' bout a Three-way
Getting hella packs like I play for
don't bring me down
Where I go I know it's hard to find
Lost my grip and found a state of mind
Freed myself my soul has crossed a line
Alright, alright
holding up the phone line
Yeah Baby that's the old me
If you want the new me then you gotta prove me
Yeah Baby that's the old times
Get in single file might
Alright you ready
Let’s go
Lonely by the night
I have no compromise
Ima start thinking of you
If I’m drinking tonight
Lately I been feeling blue
I’m
[Infesticon #0]
Ooh, there's big fandango in the wrangle
Ooh, there's loads on loads of g-strings and marble bags
On this beach, leave you
Or these ghetto fab queens
Already platlum in the streets
I even got them jail house niggas
Sendin' they cheese to me
Big Chan in japan
Bitch I'm over
multiples
Just by the tone of my voice in the vocal booth
I notice you doin' your thing with your crew
Is it aight if I come down there and sing to you?
multiples
Just by the tone of my voice in the vocal booth
I notice you doin' your thing with your crew
Is it aight if I come down there and sing to you?
the strings
Vacant eyes, he sees everything
Ink on paper, glyphs of rage
Hate and wrath scratched into every page
Dragged down by the current like a ship in
Lake Charles
Started thinking strategic, nigga how can I win
Fuck that front shit, got down on I-10
Nigga's stash spot all good, stuffing my cheese under
The highest caliber make it a night to remember like Shalamar
Then escape to Havana with Assata I do what I gotta
Planes get shot down in Cuban air
516 to 615
All my life been on the ride
Waiting for the time to pass me by
When I could steal the wheel
And drive down to old Nashville
Cause I knew
proof ion dig assumption
Peep who gave dey all
So da gift was nothing
Call when you can
Old line redundant
Feel like errytime
Try ta reach it's nothin
It
to think or act for yourself
Every step you take from the moment you wake
Is orchestrated by a hand that's tugging on your strings
Just sit down shut up
the problem kids
Young gon get him some
Hunns no set of ones
Come up, never down
Drugs gone keep me up
Run some chedda like string cheese Goin to the money?
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