Lyrics:
wanna love
Say I'm old enough
I'm a full grown woman and I'm gonna give it all tonight
Oh tonight
Hey, hey
Hey mister
Don't wanna be your little sister
him, you lose,
If your head feels like it's two miles wide,
You'll feel better once you testify (testify, testify, testify)
[I want to testify, I
and my golden heart
A single man but a walking double entendre
On a mission to millions to triple what I'm fond of
Wait what am I fond of
I don't remember
wants the most
Mister Dark
Crushes Charles' hand
And tells the witch to give the man
A taste of precious death
(old man) Hear your breathing
(old man)
'm the million dollars that you want from the bank
I'm a diamond on a ring, I'm your brains when you think
I'm your bartender when you drink, I'm OJ
the rush) makes you want to say your prayers
(Rattled by the rush)
(Rattled by the rush)
(Rattled by the rush)
Makes you want to say you're down
shit, floss shit
Like it don't cost shit, that's why I'm Tha Boss bitch
Got a million worth of cars, bought a million dollar house
From making words
a bitch would
Tellin' them niggas, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would
It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place
down
They want to shit on my greatness
I do not fuck with the doubters
I do not sit with the cowards
I put in work by the hours
I'm wiping my sweat with
Off and get these millions
I retire to smoke weed like Ricky Williams
Now your cake is gone
Niggas wanna hate the Storm
Cause they know my team reign
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I
and get your shooter
Get your shooter shot
Shaq Dies', front if you want
Flow through the spirit of Kobe
I don't puff on no blunts
My estate got a shuttle,
rich
So you know I stay on that paper route
People don't want me to make it
Tryna take me out
So I pray daily askin' God
For the safer route
Used to go
don't know how it be
Million dollar scheme
Bout that C.R.E.A.M., yeah
A thousand counted
That's about a G
How much my momma need?
How much they want from
to them hoes, but they don't even wanna' no smoke
Lil' nigga I'll spin your block then leave it red, then leave you dead with your bro
Tom Ford, I'm fresh
fingers on the .45 chrome
Dead aim at my brain, infrared with no lights on
I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this
I'm living blind
fingers on the .45 chrome
Dead aim at my brain, infrared with no lights on
I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this
I'm living blind
Mustang, it got muscle
Mad samurais don't hide, we just rush em
You want me street now we gonna crush em
I'm the Swollen Army general, we gonna swarm
Here come mister rattle shakin' bones
Some might take their chances
For the reaper to pass by
I don't know that dance I want another day to die
I
(Na, try down across the street, I
Think that nigga keep one, i don't know)
I'm finna head over there and
I'mma be right back
(Fuck what you doing, man?
guess who gon' ride or not
Shawty don't take your clothes off you know I just want the top
In the booth, I can't doze off I needs to get real hot
I ain't
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
buccaneer
Think it's time to make millions appear
I see the bullshit, but don't pay no mind for real
I just keep steppin', they can say what they want
But
with soul" [Kane]
[Scoob]
Yo Cut man, yo whats up with them pretty young skins out there
Man whats up?
[Mister Cee]
I don't know man, they
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