Lyrics:
scrub a dub dub
Looks can be deceiving when its late in the evening
And I'm flying by the seat of my pants
Halfway past sloshed, my windows need to be
Henry Wilson's stroke made duties tough to handle
Bill Wheeler was on great terms with President Hayes
Chester Arthur became (President) after 199 days
Feeln like
Every day my rent due
Late nights
Longs days
Is what da fuck I been thru
If you ain't bout dat money
Don't call
Don't even come through
nervous
Is it hallucination or maybe I'm schizophrenic
Maybe it's my anxiety, all of it in my head
But I'd rather go get a medic
But now the bills are
landing home is a great ting
Bust case bust a crate ting
Then posting' it up on a a bait ting
They just waking up on a late ting
Born to rap no escaping
By
Get 'em
Living life on the east coast
Way back in the day tryna beat most
Anybody that wanna do what I do
Well, let me keep it a hunnid with
Roll and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing late
go to war
After all the things we saw
It's April Fool's Day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
We fight for the bill, you niggas still
a raise
Think I’m calling today
Almost said I quit just the other day
But I got a text that my cell phone bill past due
So I guess I’ll stay
And Smile
the county check was late
Uh, that's the problem with you bitches now-a-days
Since you drop a couple a babies think you kickin it and gettin paid
I waitin
the days passed, waiting, impatient. I swear that you'll find
You will never be late on God's time
We wait on God's time
Never late on God's time
We're safe
Down on my
Down on my luck
Down on my
Down on my
Down on my luck
Down on my luck and behind on the bills
We grinding and still
Don't see no results
last four Cass'
(forecast) i seen that movie
Wasn't you a part of that Next Day Air cast?
Coincidence, cause my homies will
Shoot ya hype man and next
have you ever in your life experienced a day
where nothing at all seems to go your way
no matter how hard you try to get out of the rut
you just
were my type
I been waitin for the day to fuck you right
And the day’s right now ay
I can't fail
I'm about my dollar bills
Got my bands up
Now she wanna
out the cool cage
Tied up, shoelace, you late
VVS, motherfuckers too fake
Paper Route jumpin' gang, blowin' by 'em
Hussein bitch my whole section treat
for dusting
The circle is forever
I know that's what this must mean
200 dollar bills cling
Cause being 200 dollar bill clean might skew my picture
his way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now I
the lock of a real dog's mind be
The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see
Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat?
Slap me one day
All this work all these late nights
Still no sleep I can't lay right
At rap bins and I feel when I'm in it
Street campaign like I'm running for
this TRU click, it ain't No Limit
To my loyalty and strong arm authority
Admit it, I'm finna show day to day soap opera
Downtown hoes unload when
bow my head before I lay
And press my arms I bow to pray
Then pray for prey I had to slay
I took a day trip by the bay
Yo shawty hit me where she stay
by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
You know me; hundred dollar bills on my fold up, 80 4's every
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
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