Lyrics:
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Catch me bombed out wit the Rolls Royce
I might drive through a puddle and splash you, you trash is all
I give a hoe what she askin for
It be
You know
They've been telling me eat this beat
So you know
Tell em Alp
Ima do what I do
Cause aint nobody do you like
You do you
Hate it or love it
laugh with 'em
Bitch I be with Fross, he a felon
We don't show remorse, ain't no feelings
Juggin' for the lost, we gon flip it
If he claim he Flock, then
location
Pipe down, turn the fuckin' lights down
It's too bright in this bitch for me and my niggas, uh
Took a tab, watch em laugh now we crash
Give me 45
the phenix bitch wanna cry cause I’m leaving give you a kleenex
Told em it’s gas but I served em the remix po up the lean in a deuce and I’m shell
Somewhere
droppin a remix nigga
And yea your top on your six
Go head drop that
Just makin it ways more easier to get popped nigga
Roll the haze, lets het higher
taking while I give them more
Like a good little bitch
Give me paw
See the funny thing is you can roar
But you run from the light like the law
I got fury
It's the rain man remix
Thank you god
Never sell your soul
Just pray
Work hard
I chase the money like it's my first high
Erase the paper as a fuck
It's the rain man remix
Thank you god
Never sell your soul
Just pray
Work hard
I chase the money like it's my first high
Erase the paper as a fuck
feet right
I can't lie it's a lot that gets me hype
It's a lot that gets me hype
It's a lot that gets me hype yeah yeah yeah
Had to be in by
to Vee Threw A jail phone
He gone thug it out til he get home
He finna touch down it won't take long
As a lil nigga I had to get it on
It was me in
So I just tak half, and bust 'em out,
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
It was twelve o'clock one Friday night
I was rockin'
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
sage niggas tryna figure how you do it
Ion do it by the book niggas thinking imma tutor
Say they want smoke but they never polute it
Don't give a fuck
found me a way
You know what I'm on I'm tryna get paid
I cannot survive With no minimum wage
K G H B you know that's my grind
I'm fully aware It might
And it's about time I give the shit you do the curtain call
You can't play games with me, I'm not your fucking doll
Now recall
That means I ain't your boy
phillie
Tengo Mac haciendo pista
Todo el día en Phoenix
Im keeping it OG you just a remix
And I gotcha shorty
Calling me genius
I'm smoking on Venus
And I
more unless it's profits
Lord, why you keep boxing me in, 'cause I'm God's gift?
I might set my mic back up in the closet, though
Just to give myself
I'm riding solo
I don't give a fuck about these niggas on the side like coleslaw
Pay me respect motherfucker or it'll cost you
Donz, dough damn that's
could find what my Mac spit
Laugh at, half ass wanna be killers make ya gat blast
Then maybe I repsect ya half ass
It's the streets that raised me, mah
just give em the truth I don't want to lie again
Got knocked on my ass it won't be the last I got up and tried again
I Was dealin wit demons and they was
Ayye choppa
Hey, hey, hey
One, two, one, two, three sing
Hey, hey
It was just yesterday
Seen ya face round my way
Walked by ya scent drove me cray
This World today
I wanna make it great
We taking off
And we levitate
These records break
I set it straight
I'll huff and they puff puff pass me
With the cold pole
When the bag landed
Just grab the bicarb
Whip whip yeah I'm making it vanish
Let's get the splits on em
The remix is worth all
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