Lyrics:
'm sellin' weight
I'm on fire, know they hate
All my cars up-to-date
Four by four, niggas know
Ask about me in the city, ain't no joke, yeah (yeah, yeah,
I fly first class
Weeks at the Four Seasons
All my bitches be bad everything's great
Fort Lauderdale, hosting MTV Spring Break
Niggas hate but kiss
a year
Time just goes by like that
I don't need a three five seven to get even
Odd how two or four you are still breathing
I know private detectives are
a year
Time just goes by like that
I don't need a three five seven to get even
Odd how two or four you are still breathing
I know private detectives are
worship me, worship me, worship me) [Repeat: x4]
I pity the untalented, half of why'all creativity is to steal duplicate
The clothes I wear, call your
without a bone
Waiting on my sequel, all alone
And what fleeting happiness
With one I can't possess
A remix of the weeping
In a script I care for less
Then
to you, back-back
She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs
She ride me like a drive-by, I'm real, these niggas sci-fi
But that's neither
to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya
Get a little closer you can play my radio
Put your pretty pink toes on the dash
Lean your seat back
Man I swear there ain't nothing looks better than
it's gonna stop?
It's gonna stop when you get KRS some?
Yo, I'm stressed out
Let me show you how stressed out
New remix, extended version
And all my
Had to get back in my bag
I swear I never lost it
Tryna reach a point like fuck the price tag tell me what it cost me
Put in all this work I'm from
cord tell her that's poor form listen to that Flames on the radio
Pull out the .44 tell me it's all 4 what right now yo fxrce lets blow
lets blow lets
and raised in Texas
In fact, I have lived here all but four years of my life
I know these things
I know these things
I know these things
I'ma make it do what it do get out and get my grits
I'm on that graveyard shift my water feel pass me
Hustlin' tryin' to stay focused got a twenty four
song goes out to all my niggas getting dough
60 racks in my pocket, 60 racks in my jeans
60 racks in my pocket top back when I lean
Swear to God I
the invaders
No batteries
No jumper cables
Wired underagers play box cutter facelift
Rock utter makeshift spirit
To y'all I'm just a funny moniker with
of explosives. I see
four guards where the entourage started,
just pinpoint the target, so we can get
started.
Reepz 2:Yo nigga, I'm all for
Check it out now
I work the angles like off the cushion in the side pocket
Electrifying like a live socket
Hit em with all flavors yup
We
of local radio stations
Not to get the attention of this damn city
Made thousands of dollars, nigga, and I did it by me... yea!
new hit, G!"
"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me"
The kid got amped and he starts to figure
"I'ma get dough like all of these other niggas!"
I ain't movin'
Dope flows, this might get us the RICO
Trafficking audio by the boatloads
Twenty bottles, fuck it, go order twenty mo'
Stack
Will you be my ride or die, ride or di
Swear you got me jogging like I'm running outta time
I'll go Johnny cash for you, yeah I'll walk the line
with like three and four pets
Sex, Beck's, chicken and hens, all the same sex
Walk through the Amazon, spilling Dom, Moet
To find my way back I gotta
Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggas getting three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell
I can't
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