Lyrics:
with a man
Did somethin' kinda strange
But I made like sixteen grand
Hope I never have to pull that trick again
Hope I never have to pull that trick
neither
Two-seaters, back in the trunk, two fevers
We stayin up 'til 2 A.M. To watch "Cheaters"
As long as I'm nice with the flame and the flass
I don't
strong and I'm gifted
Slang iron if they fakin I'm pressing
In the creases let me turn up the heat
Fuck him folding Ima go head n stretch him
White chalk
Some gone like you, some gone hate you, it don't matter get money
Grand daddy always told me that these hoes will never love me
Cruising in that
grand secretary then
He wrote "Big Rock Candy
Mountain" and "Hallelujah, i'm a Bum"
Got together a little band
T-Bone Slim and a tuba garbage can lid
They
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
urine puddles
You're in trouble
I'm not trying to save the world I'd rather watch it die slow
So I could spit my grand I-told-you-so
Are we having fun
this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in
Hell cause they figured me for
the other will think is so grand it's beyond all measure
But you know no heart was ever won by treasure or trick
So Don't Blame Me Man but life's no rom-com
Taiwan.
Oo shit startin' to get mean, Warmin' up feelin' that heat
I'm just mad cause I been lookin in the mirror.. don't like what I see, yuh.
Startin'
life
You need a baller, I'm a baller your type
You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life
[Lil' Flip]
24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my
the bandicoot
Tone down don't over shoot Cris they brains won't commute
Make they brain undiluted pray Jesus in ya dome root
I'm Different like I'm Kryrie knew
Bitch I’m a mogul I’m the real MVP
I got shooters standing by me, say the word they make you bleed
I be flipping got them tripping, yes that’s how
They wanna ball with a hot star
They offer me grands for one night stands
Fuck that one night plan
I'm looking for that one right man
To save
a pocket fulla stones was no future in ur frontin
Influenced by that Rick Ross everyday I'm hustling
You can hear it in my stomach its soul food that goodie
huh? In this two piece Coogi, huh?
You got twenty grand you can me, huh?
Got a hundred grand we can make a movie, huh?
I know you'll stick with me
whole head spin
Ryan use the wind
I learnt that trick down
In michigan
I burned down the 6
Now yall trippin again
Im whippin dippin in the benz truck
language
Telepathically translated
You get it straight through
You layman, I'm definin' the scientist
By spellin' my pseudonym in
The planet's alignment ship
not a threat
So close your yap
That's yo yapper
I'm in the building
Getting dapper
Paying my respects and then it's all the flows
I'm coming after
Trick
Grand Rising
Black Magic’s not voodoo
Voodoo is spirituality
Manifest all my dreams
And made my thoughts reality
I believed in myself
When
When you stumbled into me by both choice and chance
You thought I could be many things
I'm nobody, really
Just a magician, learning their tricks
deserve me
I'll be damned if a broke bitch can curve me
And all that dancing in club ain't got change nun
I know some niggas that done died by the same gun
crazy I call it a circus
She doing trick she part of the circus
I came in the the game I'm makin em Nervous
She giving me top she giving me Service
I'm
bitch! Fuck the opps and the snitch
Ain't gonna use no Glock no knife no tricks
Listen to my bop it's gonna stick like an itch
In the party
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