Lyrics:
Write 8 bars about me nigga
I do this shit all day 50
Curtis Jackson
Boo boo
Marcus snitch
Black wall street c. e. o. mother fuckas
Hurricanes in
Eight o'clock sleepy time gal.
Wouldn't it be a pleasant sight to see a kitchenette only for you?
Wouldn't it be a pleasant sight to see a table set
Do the damn thing baby
C'mon bring it now
Go back like 8 tracks and cadillacs
Way before crack even similac
Hell with the wire taps
New booby
"Ten nine eight seven six five four
three two murder one lyric at your door" -> Method Man
Draw..
"Gimme that microphone
I'ma show
(brother there's a little sale)
(on, er, on a vest)
(at ha, Walmart )
(9$)
(yeah)
(8 something)
(nice little vest, light)
Click [Repeatx4]
I
everyday like I'm broke
But I'm just in love with the grind (I am)
I started out with a eight (eight)
I ended up with a nine
I seen my first hundred
them crab cakes
40 bands in them Bathing Apes
Chicken, come and get a dinner plate
Stomach fat 'cause I already ate
Work the clock straight from 8 to 8
chauffeur down
Well I must buy him
Well I must buy him
A brand new V8
A brand new V8 Ford
Then he won't need no passengers, I will be his load
Yes,
8
I don't know what airline girl
But I know it won't be late 'cause they tell me
It never rains in southern California
It never rains in
can't stop now
I be loving you moooore tomorrow I can't stop now
Oooooh yeah (x8)
Girl if you give me a lift I'm a cherish you to lot
So when it
I slap up crews and rock parties for sport
Lived on the streets about eight years straight
There I got my education and learned to debate
So
(hicks / horton-jennings)
It's late, and the week-end's near
You could say I can't wait
Till the gang gets here
Eight, and the angels are roaring
Eight legs and a little head
I hear the thunder from outside
And the waters gettin' high
I don't like moths and bugs
They buzz, they get in the rugs
Currently in pursuit of a yellow Ferrari 4-8-8
Possible drug trafficking suspect
Racing wing on the GT4
I'm finna drive this motherfucker to the ocean
your buddy
Go tell your pal, go tell your neighbor
(KE on the Track)
Look, I'm Section 8, Taliban
It's that Project Baby
Run and tell a friend
Codeine
I know I'ma see a better day
It gotta be a better place
Gotta get up out of Section 8
I dream about it everyday
Everybody is selling yay
It gotta be
A nigga really straight
Check out my wrist game, bitch this a Audi 8
In Magic City
Throwin' fifties a nigga really wildin'
In Hawaii I went viral
I fucked
jump from thirty three to seventy eight
Spinning like a record on a record machine
You've got me going dizzy over your routine
The way ya shake your
to heaven
Taking bets 2k11
Hold's 8 stacks and I ain't sweatin
40 for the stone 8 for the setting
She need a job talkin bout
She don't need a man
I said fuck
got the worldwide sale to
Check the e mail plus, 401K plan in A T-L
Got eight females
I see them all from eight to twelve
The only player who can ball
But I'mma hit harder than ten of you
Eight out of nine of my
Dimes got smoker tendencies
I'm betting 35 like I'm from Oklahoma
Tennessee tentative court
noodles
In the eight by eight with a loser
Talkin' 'bout what he had and he
Got and he used to
Nigga, yeah right, lil' nigga, get right
Fuck whose big
smoking chronic
Tryna skydive
Nigga hype down, you could die now
If you hit the four pound with
The extendo that’s a five pound
8 pounds and 6 pounds,
eyes straight
Got a blind date with a bad
Bitch from a dark place
On the highway to Hell in a i8 on the I98
Never mind what they say
It's only all about
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