Lyrics:
girl lookin' 'til I bankrupt her eyes
Lord save me I push back your eyes
Dat shit will make me run back for time full time
She bad, when mi look over
back down
This immortal combat holla if ya bout that
Great controversy I'm thirsty for all that
Satan did me dirty, psalms 30 get ahead
Satan did Him
Geoffrey
Not Prince or Will Smith, but I know I'm the freshest
I'm on the grind like I'm Tony (hawk)
I got my mind on my money (the gwalla)
No apple, but
numbers on my sidekick fast
Rollin witcha mob workin' hard, gettin' money, pullin' capers
If I ain't got papers you will bring me some beans home
Supervisor
mob workin hard, gettin money, pullin capers
If I ain't got papers you will bring me some beans home
Supervisor givin orders on the job
but you still
rollies, gats'll leave you holy
My momma always told me the streets will slow me down
Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down
So now I rob
Got a foreign bitch with 2 last names
Like Jada Pinkett Smith (Like Jada Pinkett)
Yeah I got a glock; Not no smith (Smith)
I'm in LA like Will Smith
For a dollar bill, people will do anything
They'll rob and steal for a dollar bill, anyway
For the dollar bill, people will do anything (Yes,
might be the one that changes customs
You might be the one that changes things
Find a way that you will not be poached by
Find a way that you will not be
his brother's keeper
But you gotta watch for the slight of hand
Cause you know his hand dealt will deceitful
Holla at me if he got a issue
While we
Artist: Will Smith f/ Tra-Knox
Will:
Ugh, Ugh, I'm comin' (echoes)...
...Watch ya back, I'm comin...
[Man (singing):]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I’m from the 7
Use to trap in bred 11s
If you not gang get to stepping
Love smith westen
I’m a king these niggas peasants
In the clouds I’m smoking
hoch
Idiot messages tot wieso stress man mich so
Will bloß Cash wie in Blow
Millionen Rapper sind broke
Will Shows, Backstage und Dope
Das whole package,
the one who still remains
The only person to keep it real and never tainted by fame
Stuck to my ways like I'm Parker while I was on Marry Jane
Know some
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So
section, unaffected by the opposition (Opps)
Tryna' holla' at me save it for my mentions (At me)
I ain't even stressing, everything a blessing (Bless)
You
One, two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
Ya know what I'm sayin? We in effect
Mo like
One two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
YaknowhatI'msayin? We in effect
Mo like
him right
And God got my back so, when I act wow
I'm comin' home safely through the back do
The murder rate is sky high, nigga holla ride or die
These
ain't no stopping us now, my nigga
[Freck Billionaire]
Ya clip trip, clip spit
Get your strip wet
I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
through the back door
The murder rate is sky high
Nigga holla ride or die
Youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo' fist up in yo'
through the back door
The murder rate is sky high
Nigga holla ride or die
Youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo fist up in yo
stand up, Got your mind's back right
Jerse's mobbin' these cowards all the time
You know gunning them down, Every thing like that
Smooth stayin'
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