Lyrics:
already had money
Definition of that brown paper bag money
Try and front as if you in the jag money
For the cash I'll blast anybody that
Brown paper
listening to
Verse 5 (Glasses Malone)
Huh
Its big bad glasses
I'm not fucking if your baby mama average
Yeah she keep asking I just might let her
Na fuck
of that brown paper bag money
Try and front as if you in the jag money
For the cash I'll blast anybody that
Brown paper bag (that that that that)
Monday,
it ain't trickin if you got it dats wut I say, you say?
I say and wut I say goes
'Cause I'm a hood nigga,
I keep dat purt by the pound,the
Monday,
it ain't trickin if you got it dats wut I say, you say?
I say and wut I say goes
'Cause I'm a hood nigga,
I keep dat purt by the pound,the
Monday,
it ain't trickin if you got it dats wut I say, you say?
I say and wut I say goes
'Cause I'm a hood nigga,
I keep dat purt by the pound,the
up inna SRT, thats my dream shawty thats on me girl
I needa get my commas thats on my momma I got green girl
I know how to sell, keep it quiet don't
I got no fucks on charity
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me
Turn your faith in 2 seconds
Walk up
exercise do
If it's an issue I pistol whip you
Keep lettin' the pistol hit you
'Til them people wit' you
Can't recognize you
Some guys try not to die
But
see a cell
And I ain't dissin on no beat
Jus gotta keep it swell
Fareal
Why you so involed with that pack cause I
Buy and sell
Fuck chasin on new rats
I
It's the pretty brown, brown, drivin' me wild
It's the, it's the pretty brown, brown drivin' me wild
Ayy
It's on me
I'm 'bout to put it in
fronting mc, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can?t rap
I said it before, I?ll say it again
You don?t belive me, ask your fans
When I
Call it the triathalon
Just keep your eyes on the guy
Look like he got a bomb
I’m motivated more by haters than my lovers
Cuz if they tryna kill me then
the lease
And all the hustlers who got somethin' in common with me
If I got the keys, then it's a car I'ma keep
When I line her up they say I remind 'em
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
you must lie in that county jail
Where I can't get to you by visit or mail
So squirm, with discomfort, wiggle and cough
Six days of madness, you
got us trapped man
We're
You're in hell
Also known as
The Hash-Zone
Look man what do you want with us
If I can't be in the Bleach Boyz
Then I'll make
be that cherry in my chocolate covered dreams
I keep it clean sometimes it's dusty, but I love the rap with an MC
I'll beat you down in round three cuz
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
already had money
Definition of that brown paper bag money
Try and front as if you in the jag money
For the cash I'll blast anybody that
Brown paper
like trying (I, yeah)
But all my real niggas round me keep tellin' me (tellin')
"Kells, fuck that you gotta keep climbin'" (climbin')
I admit it, I
If you claim you're down then NEVER sell-out
Never sell out, youknowhatI'msayin?
You gotta stay down for yours
You know I want it, sure as I'm Ice-T
I
sung me Hotel California. And that parking garage, I can't find it on Google Maps, but it was close to the movie theater because a guy who worked there
Lawyers for my niggas who be sittin' in the Federal
Nigga, I'm untouchable
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads
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