Lyrics:
a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus
I need that Bill Gates money, that's
That I be runnin for the mayor (Woo)
I don't know bout you
But I'm feelin blue
I'm outchea crippin wit the paper (Ok)
Ain't no big feature
Could make me
I'ma flow 'til I got no choice, or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a rolce
slapped by his sister
And that's probably gon' kill they mama
So I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I'm sorry Ms. Houston, sissy
Might shed a tear but ain't no sissy
of my Monifah
(That's why)
This the way I'm being, too conceded
Look towards yourself, for the better meaning
Keep a couple killers in the back, they
recognize
I need all my points
Yea
No I can't let it fly
I'm talking bout that
5% if I find you a new artist
50% if we create the offer
Because we partners
I’m missin’ you
Nights like this
All I'm thinkin' ‘bout is laying next to you
Can I get inside it
Super soakin' drippin' wet that’s that posieden
Put
back to the old me
Freestyle ain't really for me
But I am fully
Fully aware that I don't give a care or a shit bout the things that you hold me to
One
know me one, betta yet call us gorillaz,
You surrounded by playas, while I'm surrounded by killaz,
That's know to here, beefin nigga block in a minute,
cents in my pants
If I'm eatin', then we all eatin' good
That's understood
My plate is gettin' bigger, Ion share less we good
Robin Hood
If I'm eatin',
the code i'm a hustler that all i got
Went from bustin' em down to rocks into bustin' em out the block
Thought these niggas loved me till i was caught
Lot
falling lately, it feel like my children hate me
You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me
Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me
I’m better off in the trap (look)
You gotta run me Ms or you gotta show me figures
The type of money that will make a broke nigga bitter
Big big take
oh!)
[Chorus]
She blowin' cause she seen that car (she 'bout to blow!)
She blowin' cause you turned that corner (there they go!)
She blowin' cause
for me and you
I ain't know that Bill Clampett wanted some too
You tell his folks that I'm sorry 'bout that Lexus
I'm 'bout to dip and see my sister
jacked
Then I'm back to moving packs (That's it)
Twenty four seven (Seven)
All we do is get that cash (Cash)
Five's ten's twenty's fifty's plenty Benji's
in a hundred percent
I got shot a hundred times and still survived like 50 Cent
Yeah, I got it on me and I went and cornered too many men
They told me
that she too skinny to get it
But she knew 50 cent way back
So I let her cruise with me
Sin City's my new city I'm Bruce Willis
You gon die hard
I
MCM Bookbag with the Drake in it
Drop a hunnid outta striker and the plates missin
Bitch I need a retwist I'm bout to bait bitches
650 on some tennis
knew that my phone kept on jumping
Link up with black and we try to go find us and play and you know that I'm talking bout dumping
Niggas been thinking
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
got a clue, ayy
I put them racks to my shoes, ayy
I cannot share it with you, ayy
My ex-girl thinks that I'm rude, ayy
Lately, I'm feelin' it's
supposed to be my
Then you should throw some
I got twin by me, call that Olsen
Never backing out, I’m really ‘bout to go son
Okay I’m on one (on one)
I
'bout we can't eat, talkin' 'bout we brand new guys
Tell them niggas, "Suck a dick"
I'm camo'd down to my boxers, gold teeth, a Bathin' Ape
It's
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