Lyrics:
Porsche, yeah
Aspiring dancer
And she's tryna be an actrеss too
She got a trust fund
That she still ain't got no access to
Shе falls in love with every
Yeah, this big Bun B the baby southern OG
I'm Pimp C's brother every body knows me
Comin' from that P.A.T, with Mr. V.I.C.
Young Mogul, ENT.
If you
In the world to live"
Oh yeah! Yeah! There are so many ways to die in New York city
Come on! Race riots, drive by shootings, subway crashes
and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs chill and chill, but hey, so what?
Nuggets in my pocket, wine in my hand
I got it like
to be a player, couldn't be trusted
But still in all, I never got busted
Knowin' every part of New York City
I thought it was fun, it used to look
to be a player, couldn't be trusted
But still in all, I never got busted
Knowin' every part of New York City
I thought it was fun, it used to look
city
I looked up and saw the banner big and bold
"Later is now"
Tomorrow is a replay, so tonight I'll try to sleep
I'll deal with it later!
I'll
Life I'm livin' might not pick up every call when it ring
Never Hollywood, I'm just workin' out what you make it seem
Big burden on my back, need me
I came to dig, dig, dig, dig
I'll build a city oh so big, big, big, big
Just wait a sec gotta kill this pig, pig, pig, pig
Cook me some bacon take
a big thing
so when I wake-up every morning
only thing on my mind is about me making
seven figures
then I go down on my knees begging god
he like you want
call I'm busy probably in a different city
Make them white girls play with titties black girls say that I'm so silly
Got them Spanish girls they love me
how to figure out
What I was figurin' out, you figure it out
Got a trigger man with an extra hand
My bitches sleep by my bitch's house
So every
nigga
When I'm in the zone they won't tackle me nigga
I touched down in the city, a fuckin' walkin' target
Still man all my bitches miss me, yeah they
like a disco ball i spread love as well
Little nigga, big dreams
Can bear hug a whale into a lobster's tail
Ugh
Evacuate premises, rap's sinister
and every day
Who gave you power to do big things
I think we ought to stop and give praise to the King
It's okay to want your pockets fatter
But we gotta
never sober
You can't tell me otherwise
Name well known, ranked at the top
Bad bitch in every city
Big face on the watch
Kush on my clothes, big bank in
some gang members with me in every damn show
Up in my city
I keep a heater around 'cause I know how it gets cold
Bitches be tricky
I know that I can
Every nigga I know keep a glock for hataz
Let me know wha he doin' wit tha rocks
Nigga, let me know I'll run up in tha spot
Get me two steaks, a drank
Checkmate sucka, not a move, game's over!
Who's that walking with a hole in his head?
Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread
What's
I said big gang and we all cynics
The way I see it if one start then we all finish
The way I get it is all large and it's all even
I done made
Out by the big highway
And all through the days
And all through the nights
The cars and trucks rolled on by
And he slept through it all just fine
Every
out off that Dusse
All I want is top, baby girl gimme me toupee
She got a BBL, that's a Chevy with a new frame
Every single dollar, it get followed by
Every little spot they know me
Loyal females who can't just give me the twat
They show me like I'm a big stock broker on Wall Street
I said, "Nahh, I'm
straight from here on
Whoever said Joey ain't the best, dead wrong
Lil' nigga with the big money
Every time you see him, couple stacks on him
He was
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