Lyrics:
fam
And the realist guys ima be alright
I don't really care about
Nonsense tings cause
I jus want a million
I jus wanna make a million
I jus wanna
feel the same
Your the one I want to give my last name
Baby I don't want to hurt anymore
Your the one I want to love and adore
Without you by my side
Life no be rush
Anything you wan do just take your time baby
Hw3!
Oh baby mmmmhmm m mmm mmm
You wan be a millionaire by tomorrow oh oo oh
The suffer
yours and I want make you mine
But if it's meant to be it'll happen in due time
So let's take it day by day and see where that takes us
Hopefully
preacher
With a street sweeper full of heat seekers
In your Jeep speakers I'mma keep ringers
I don't need heaters, I got the meat cleaver
Welcome
She wanna cuff
(She wanna cuff)
But I don't got time for it
She want a Birkin
But she don't deserve it
I gave her that Tom Ford
hah
I gave her that Tom
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
'cause I'm gonna blow your ass off,
Blow your ass off,
By the way you stand I've been in the .. and bless,
I need to human speak ..,
See how...
Chorus:
They don't need our story
They don't deserve our glory
Throw me in jail
But I will not bail
Mister Gordon, I am stealing your daughter
I'm taking her far
give it all to me (to me)
I know it ain't no need to rush (don't rush)
But I don't like to wait
I just want your lovin', I can't even function
They
and, ugh
"Hey, I want some peace and quiet here
Or I'ma send the goddamn police in riot gear"
Shut up Mr. Johnson, don't even start
Go have another
shank
Rolling my tank
Roll a dank
Don't go to play
But I will roll a bank
Four, Five, Six niggaz in your spot looking at 'Shot
Thinking I'm sweet
talk about,
A million things
That sparked between us
All you wanna talk about
Don’t make sense baby I ain’t tryna hear it
I don’t got the time when I
shit don't stank
Make me mad a fuck and for that
A million niggas want to tear Alanta up
This that shit like to see
A gang of niggas working together
Kiana Valenciano - “No Rush” (feat. Billy Davis)
Put your coat down
Come sit by me and don’t make a sound
It’s my turn now
I’ll prove my love,
for the kills just like Bourne yeah you know who it is
Uh it's mister flame
I can be sweet but not like sugar cane
I hear them talk, but I don't give
said is the chili okay?
She said "you finished that yesterday!"
I hopped up and I said
I don't know, do you want to get something delivered?
She's like
mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record deal, I need
the tongues spiting
I just came in with baber bars your rap heads I’m Fading
I seen a future in the dream so I don’t relax on the weekend
Money suit me I
Pandemonium, pandemonium
We the number one niggas your bitch notice it
Million ways to make this money, you gon get it
On the grind twenty four I'm with
responsive)
We done kidnapped your girl on the low
And she been goin' bonkers (she goin' brazy)
I had apartments filled up with the work
You can go ask
the swagger you can have the charisma
If I want your opinion I'll log on the net and Twit ya (Tweet)
It's the Mister sicker than every pic ya making
But it's no
the swagger you can have the charisma
If I want your opinion I'll log on the net and Twit ya (Tweet)
It's the Mister sicker than every pic ya making
But it's no
for
Get your hands in the air, put 'em up, keep 'em high
Don't want no problems - JUST GIMME WHAT I CAME FOR!
Pull up on your block, eight straight
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