Lyrics:
nobody stop my shine
I'm like the sun number 1
Momma smile just to see what I've become
I'm a young man wit' a big dream
Tryna make it out the projects
What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up (freeze me up)
Hatin' me kinky licks talkin' so much (okay)
Lemme give these sons of bitches
Either I love you or I hate you
I wouldn't know, cuz I ain't you
You wouldn't know, I ain't you
Never worry bout what they do (never)
You should be
Do yo thang then
Tell me what ya aim is
Holla what the aim is
Ayy
Movin' doin' somethin' ain't complainin'
Ay these hot ones they be fun lets see some
to ride, and I'ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd
And motherfuckers die Westside! when you see
Me nigga holla my set
And watch we ride outlaw motherfucker
Yeah, what's up, what's up
This one right here, what's up, what's up
This one's for the clubs, what's up
The strip club that is, uh huh
Okay, what's
Get the fuck up!
Simon says get the fuck up!
Throw ya hands in the sky (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)
Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all wassup?
[2X]
Do you got what I got
'cause what I got is the reason I changed up a lot
And I don't wanna walk how I used to walk
And I don't wanna talk how I
me holla
I see you steppin in Dolce and Gabanna
Oh Mama Oh Mama Oh Mama
I really like what you've done to me I can't really explain it, I'm so into
Holla [until fade]
[Phone rings:]
[Dwele:] Yo
[Guy 1:] What's up Dwele man, what you into man?
[Dwele:] Shit, Holla at me
[Guy 1:] man we tryin to this
(C'mon girl, I was just playin? with you)
Ah, c'mon, ah
You would not believe, c'mon, ah
What's goin? down right now, c'mon, ah
Holla, c'mon, ah
You
Before you even started so what
So long see you fly by my try how else
Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye.
So here we go now,
Holla if ya
Before you even started so what
So long see you fly by my try how else
Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye.
So here we go now,
Holla if ya
and peruse my record crate
The man I used to be, I can only see by looking beyond me
So what is reality? I don't know
I tried it, I couldn't find it
Now
baddies shaking fatties
It's ya boy kvng qwan I'm the devil on ya shoulders
I can tell you finna fuck it up just by how you bending over
Assume the position
the papers
See the signs
But I guess no GPS
Can change your mind
Going left
With no directions
Doing fine
Do the crime
Do the time
ROLEX
Bo Jackson
Wait
teller to
Holla and hit the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh
behind
They might just stand the test of time
No doubt it’s my legacy
Now what was I suppose to do
Give it up instead I did it for you
Holla back
It’s my
One for the paper, two for the money
My girls get money?
(Oh we gon' give it to 'em now baby, hey)
You see this what I like about?
Buy you music,
a motherfucking C-R-I-P
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I'm a G
And I'm
a motherfucking C-R-I-P
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I'm a G
And I'm
to women and women to men when down south
Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos, holla while they in yo' mouth
So we love that c-c-c-c
Cut up, know we like that,
here to st
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Ven me l.b. endin?up d-e-a-d. before you sleep six feet deep, I hope you see what I
Can see.
5
12
Flesh-n-bone:
c7
If you can see what
First of all, platinum, five months
Holla you know I go away for two months
and the
Riff raff come back with this bullshit
Man this what
Y’all come
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