Lyrics:
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
a message
to the world, mainly to the youth,
especially the youth or anybody really that's interested
in protesting for peace, or protesting against any
form
sing got to be quality
Check it, I'm bout to Wreck-It
Ralph out my brekkie if I come in 2nd
When I'm with your girl she be coming in seconds
Maybe that's
socks is Ralph Lauren
And I got that there from my nigga down New Orleans
Real as they come, every one of my niggas all in
Niggas'll talk slick, but me
nothin offend ya
And we’ll be touching new heights when we step in December
Blessings
I’m in love with the progression
Put myself first and there ain’t no
haffi tell nuh body
Cause everybody dun know di world dance aready
If yuh undastand tek in di passy brand new dance
Run di city an falla wi
Roses
rims
Panama white, put the gold on my lip
Ridin' down Melrose, I'm in a spaceship
Rolex on my wrist when I grip the steerin' wheel
I'm only runnin'
the chorus
New opportunity for her, I open the door
Bitches in the community, really I pull by four
Got a new coupe and nicknamed her "Speedy"
Got her three
Weed smelling like it came out the wetlands
Red eyes looking like I'm possessing
I'm like Ralph in this bitch, I'ma wreck her
I'm beatin the pussy up,
One time I was in the checkout line
Behind Steven Seagal
Once I'm pretty sure Mr. Jonah Hill
Was in the very next bathroom stall
My best friend's
friends in gangs
My new nickname is gang is con/Ghengis Khan
But without the 'Ye, but his last name's my side
I ride with the demeanors/the meanest
I'm
and Ralph
And I'm on they tanner
Make them pull them bands out
Make her only stand out, man
What the plan now keys in my hand
Thirty bricks up in the van now
PD, Freaky G,
The whole world wanna be riding with me
I'm in the flesh, let's talk about sex,
Babies having babies, Generation X
With the AIDS
The way things is looking I'ma see central booking
Eh yo Queens get the money
Ain't trying to see central booking, Oh shit
Dough boy in New York
a smiley face ooo baby andale
In a world alone we apply anarchy
Socrates overrated
Philosophy a menace
Ain't you posed to put this in practice
Seen the dawn
that nigga
With his seat back nigga
I'm a number one nigga in no time
I been waiting for a nigga to give me the showtime
In the jungle waiting for
Man fuck this shit, yo, I'm going the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me
and the shooter made the news
Smokin' runts in a lil' bitty coupe, I dropped the roof
Rubber band of blue cheese nigga, I don't like it loose
And my bitches they
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
Gunna
We fuckin' on camera
My niggas goin' Ape
Like Gorillas wit' bananas
Ay'
New clothes, Ralph Lauren
Drunk bitches in my foreign
Around the world
texting back
(Never texting back, ForeignGotEm)
Snorting up the coca' in
The brand new Cadillac (Brr)
So long
Tell 'em, "See you later, so long"
They just
CRAZY ARMS
(Ralph Mooney - Chuck Seals)
« © '56 Tree Publishing, BMI / Songs Of Universal, BMI »
Crazy arms that reach to hold somebody new
For
but I’m anxious, because my patients keeps me in a sentimental mood. A new dilemma that I’m faced with is that love gives me the trembles, and I
I'm flexing
Truth the only thing I spoke
I just want you to feel me mane
Fuck a follow
It's enough sheep in this world
And way too many goats
How
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