Lyrics:
could never fall off
Stayed by my job, out my business
No time for all these little bitches
They can stay mad while I get this
I just do my thing while
the good sense not use it?
Usually niggas don't know what to do
When their back against the wall so they just start shootin'
For red or for blue or for
nostra
You don't get me but not supposed ta
Casanova the way I be dappered down
You want my credentials just ask around
I'm good everywhere when I'm out
got a, fresh paint job, (check),
Fresh inside (check),
Is the outside frame in the trunk wide? (yes)
Are the rims big (what) do it ride good
the boy speak
My eyes red my blood red its all in my head
My eyes red my wrist red the boy bled Yea
My soul dead my mind gone I stay blown
I ride low my
Have a good time while you can
Get some happiness in your hand
Make it a double, get your nails painted red,
'cause they're coming for our heads
It was
I'm tired I'm looking at a pan
It's hot it's a hot pan
A moth flies by and lands in the pan
Moth bacon bacon flavored fried moth
Good job good job again
fucking with me, I ain't no motherfucking punk
Punk, I got some good hands, but I prefer my gat
Now where you at, cause I'ma slit your cool-Aid pack
See,
the good sense not use it?
Usually niggas don't know what to do
When their back against the wall so they just start shootin'
For red or for blue or for
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
Side by side we gone ride together
Baby girl baby girl
Like TLC she don't want know scrubs
Girl I'm the man that can give you good love
This is how I'm
good
I'm good (haha, No Ceilings)
I'm good
I'm good
Yeah
Still no job, bitch, but I ain't hurtin'
Phone still ringin' so I'm still workin'
Got
it twirl
Just wanna nut call me a squirrel
Got it from the muscle like a curl
Good on the job don't need a referral
Going gold I don't like pearls
Wait, I've got a better plan
To catch this big red lobster man
Let's pop him in a boiling pot
And when he's done we'll butter him up
Kidnap
Wait, I've got a better plan
To catch this big red lobster man
Let's pop him in a boiling pot
And when he's done we'll butter him up
Kidnap
try to play brave, you'll get slayed
Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe
I snatched the clerk up by her neck,
Wait, I've got a better plan
To catch this big red lobster man
Let's pop him in a boiling pot
And when he's done we'll butter him up
Kidnap
gettin' head like turbans,
Any job a good job, so she get a blow job
Suckin' it from 9-5, that bitch workin'
I see you niggas from the side watchin'
Big Daddy
My chick a baddy, give me good good
Graining on the wood, woodpecker made in hood
Fair maiden reign in Brooklyn by the way of the slave trade
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
try and open y'all shutters
Cartier frames, Aoki on a shirt
And red and white chukkas
Why you goin' all hard tho?
NASCAR star got bars by
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