Lyrics:
the game, my blick with me
This hoe a ten, she like to tease I'm stacking coins, no Chuck E. Cheese
Want to be 4deuce cost a fee
I took his shit, didn't
the hood
Now some people acting Hollywood
Just living our lives
You see that we winning
It ain't a surprise
It ain't a surprise
E. Geaux the same
Cause ain't
at the talent show
I'm ordering pizzas from Chuck E. Cheese's and fucking every bitch that's I see
I don't care where it is
I could use an extra large cheese
underneath
We tryna bury, put the opps up on the tee
I hope they remember energy, like I'm Freddie
It's not Meryl E. Onstreet, but the opps
We done slide
thinking of you
I'll take you to chuck e. cheese's, girl I mean it
I got change just for the meter, yeah for the meter
Then we sat down ate some pizza, ate
thinking of you
I'll bring you to chuck e. cheese's, girl I mean it
I'll perform anything for ya, I adore ya
Then she sat down ate some pizza, ate some pizza
thinking of you
I'll take you to chuck e. cheese's, girl I mean it
I got change just for the meter, yeah for the meter
Then we sat down ate some pizza, ate
a fool
I can no longer keep my cool
(I was gone, G O N E. Before you knew it, I had to leave)
You know sometimes our hearts leave the relationship before
moi qui sur terre peux me contest
Like, no one, go on
J'ai la puissance caché comme Gohan
B. E. I come from
Le style est paré, I go front
Confort, go
Don't pull up to my crib
With none of the drama
Throwing hands at my whip
Like you was E. Honda
Will you ride
You ride, for me
Will you lie
You lie, for
had a flat on E.
They out here hating for nothing.
I'm out here hustling this money.
They mad they cant tell me nothing .
im out here getting this
Why do all these niggas have to envy me
I just stick to me, i'm just doin me
Chasin cheese tryna build a bank
Abandoned Chuck E. Cheese smokin pink
(Intro)
Mmm mmm
I. t. s. c. h. e. l. a. a.
(Chorus)
I aint tryna play no more (x3) (momo nonono) (x2)
(V1)
I aint tryna play no more, im finna
that are all ages
Did they always clean the graffiti off of those monuments?
So I park my car on Robert E. Lee Boulevard
I chitter in the dark maybe I'm
dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh
Ray Benzino, Hangmen 3,
Bus-a-Bus, M.O.P.,
What the fuck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the fuck
Gimme that Z-O-L-O-F-T
Gimme a grip, make me love me
Suckin' 'em down, I'm happy man
Can feel it inside, makin' me smile
Realize that the sky's
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) boat
Live fast, It’s F1, my new gun (Gun)
Black on black
Got new titties like Shu young (Young)
Fuckin her, she mad, tryna
please, they must be on E's and dust
Then niggas f'in with pills, y'all don't get G's like us
Nigga please, y'all young'ns ain't got OG's like me
B. Sig,
f''o cash, è nu déjà-vù (cash)
Ce vedono e alluccano: "uh"
'E sorde mieje, 'e sorde mieje, 'e sorde mieje
Tu nun fa 'o scemo, f''o serio ch''e sorde
a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip
Stay dip, take out of state trips
Don't drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip
I'm a skipper, like
degree
But you can tell em f.e.d's
I'm in VIP
With 4 mill chedda' keep boy keys
The window to the wall
Supplier of what you need
Got no wife but
Plus I don't need to hear no sorrow
F it, the sun will still come out tomorrow
Long as I'm breathing, needing, even like Steven
Achieving, gettin'
mai crerut
Mo invece va ricenn' o iuorn cà m'è conosciuto
Vuie a Geco non ù sapiti a sott terr'so partut
Io so fort' e pur' scugnizzo e pe kest a tutt'
I call you my lady
If you surrender then I'm your n****
Become of member
Of what I call my money-getters
Now, ain't no bulls***ters ever made it
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