Lyrics:
a couch with generic I'm high powered
You dropped the soap on purpose in jail up in the shower
I'ma thug you get mugged, I'ma pound you one blood
I
Feel like Kodak, bitch we get hit bout it
She wan fuck, then I told her keep counting
Ran up my racks, I'm tryn live in the mountains
Cartiers
it
You haven't seen it
No
Been dead in my head since it started
Fucking with this shit get your ass put on the market
Make em targets
I made my life
Remix shawty
It's Ray and Trey Songs
Remix shawty
My girl get down to to
I know what cha like (I know what cha like)
(Knovict) Remix
[Verse 1:]
I
your 2 cents I think it's over
Due they don't see it from my point of view to many reason
Why we riding with a joint or 2
Pent house dreaming with that
team'll slay yours
Nay-say yours, can't mess around we lay yours
With our hands in the air, I swear to God
Since money's respected you know I
Had to get it
'm a little lonely feel it in my chest
I'm just tryna meet the lord so i can finally get some rest
(Uh, uh, uh)
And you tell me that you love me but my phone
blood line
Pop it like one time
Dig in real deep it's a gold mine
This my what, This my what
This my blood line
This my what, This my what
This my blood
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I'm the typpa nigga grindin' just to get it
Clearin' all the checks, nigga yeah I said it
Doublin' the cash while them niggas
spot a n**** hit that target
I told em break a leg naw really get narly
Yeen the only one
I go get it done
Yeen da only one got it yeah
Yeen da only one
with lil' Wam
He standin' on biz' (Wham)
Let's get it in one car
I can call Crack and jit
Gon' come and he spin (Crack)
Chasin' this loot
Niggas be
I'm addicted to this love[00:04.50]Obsessed with hell's touch[00:07.77]In my veins feel the rush[00:13.22]Why is it always at midnight[00:17.65]You
thru 50's and them 100's like me
I know you wanna be a boss like me
Lil niggas know y'all ain't got the sauce like me
Get it right back after taking
before it's sold out
That's everywhere we go when we roll out
Nigga I was born for this rap
Scorned by the facts
Chop chop flowing in the trap
You know I
Sometimes you pray that it goes away, away
I hope your prayers get answered, yeah
Not alone tryna find the answer, yeah
Hop in the whip hit 115
On the highway
, it all feels so surreal
Take it for granted no, that is not ideal
Up in the sky yeah we just wanna get high (Woah)
I don't know, but it's gonna kill
Brooklyn, they say I run it, the 'Natti is checking in
No matter the terminology, blood splatter artistically
It's looking like a Jackson Pollock painting,
bust a headshot
They got us in the scope, all this bread talk really fed talk
Yeah, nigga, fuck it, get your money on
Still takin' calls on this money
do it by myself, you ain't really like that, you won't do it by
yourself
I get fried by myself, I get money by myself
Always new to get up off my ass,
thoughts
You can bid all day, but I can't be bought
Uh, break it up, let's tie one on
I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn
So I grab my Walkman but before
What you need let's get it poppin'
8 ball in the pocket
Take off with a L hit the rocket
I'm plugged in I'm in the socket
I'm plugged in I'm in
And we'll never open up for you bitches
I might just go get armored truck for these riches
I pick it up then dump it off on you bitches
Come to the party
need no fucin crammy bih I sol a mill in a yea who you fucin with say I ain't hip hop you thank a nigga cea bih I get 40 50 55 in jus a spit bih niggas
it
Gotta get it back again
Day by day we're driftin' far apart
I got to find a way to
Climb the wall around your heart
Every time I take you in my arms
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