Lyrics:
picture, how I swerve up on your sister
Wit' a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a stripper
Yo the burner by the zipper, burn 'em, turn 'em to a pisser
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin'
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
Season
I make the wave, you know I been the drip
I've been Pres., never changed, and i'm always on some Gotti shit
Ownership, pen quotes used for captions
times, puff puff pass
Big Snoop, big Daz young Gotti, get it Gotti
Somebody in here smellin like hot karate
And that’s the way you comin up in this
No
streets
A few weeks back I robbed a nigga for a ki
Kickin it on the block, slingin' d to o-p-e
Yo, runnin' from the five-o, you think this shit is
show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your body wreakin' out in Reno
I know
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
a smile
When they caught 'em with a gat in
The car you beat it in trial
He don't say too much, never eager to style
Remind me of Gotti, Shyne with
[talking]
Yeah man nigga just walked up and shot him point-blank in the head
No remorse, no sorrow (Shit happens!)
Aww cous' you heard about what happened
haven't I (haven't I), heard from you?
Why haven't I heard from you?
Tell me why (why), haven't I (haven't I) heard from you?
Why haven't I heard from
and the 'Tics 'bout to rack 'em and move the crowd
Call the cops, I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to steal the show
(Where you from?)
From the S-T-L,
stretchin' the cap
They be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti
All in my DM talkin' 'bout a BM, the fuck you gon' do?
You ain't clap at nobody
I
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
Yo, I'll ride to the end of the road
If I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
I try to hold it steady
Anything
to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
fucking merked by some lame
Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one in his brain
Over some-thang, took his watch and his chain
Country boys
gangbangers and them murderers
We be stepping on these niggas for fun I know you heard of us
He trying shit we quick to take his life like we some burglars
evening, he slip
Seems he forgot what the C meant
It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete
But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that
I tell you that I know about it
When I asked yo ho about it she said me and Yo Gotti
The realest niggas left and I told that bitch
I know I know
Yo This what freedom sounds like... Suckers
You better believe your fucking with me your fucking around yo your fucking with a real mc
You better
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