Lyrics:
my eye on the Queen not Latifah
Cus I'm on my Jolies like Angelina
Gone in 60 nice to meet ya
Cus I don't waste time if it aint bout paper
I'm
But un-rooting a tree in order to gather its produce
Means you only harvest one crop from your toil
me like family
I can't forget about my girl named Sandy
"Who's That" my girl from N.Y.
Told me whenever I'm in town to swing by
Real love coming
leaving
Tell me you love me
But I don’t believe it
I’m lonely as fuck
But still want my freedom
Girls they don’t want you when you want them
Girls they only
girl do the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop!
This bitch ain't got no pot to piss on
Keepin' it next to the name and her gun
make it hot
Baby girl do the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop!
Lookin' good with your stink-ass
Type of ass make a nigga
You're the only one I see in my dreams Come get this paper, I ain't playing
Girl, just follow my lead, and take it slow, there ain't no need
To be rushing,
Only way is through me
Yeah it's only me
I'm the key the missing link
I'm the missing link
Gatekeeper you must pay
Oh yeah you gotta pay
There's no
Yeah
And if we side by side in this
Ride girl you know you gotta
(Shotgun love)
Ride or die
(Ooo-Ohhh)
Yeah
Don't be stuck in yo ways when its
Time girl
that I need for my fam
I can’t sleep till it’s all in my hand
We gotta nigga
It’s all real
Tell me how you feel but keep it just all real
Only trynna
my toes down in my sheets
I'm all alone and it's killing me
Reusable bottle sits beside me (side me)
I'm doing this all for longevity
Money and women
the country singing as loud as I can
I-I feel so alive, so alive
(S-K-E-P-T-A)
Got my two feet on the ground
But it feels like I'm in the sky
It's time
the country singing as loud as I can
I-I feel so alive, so alive
(S-K-E-P-T-A)
Got my two feet on the ground
But it feels like I'm in the sky
It's time
Nigga why you actin' like a ho?
Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go
Tell me girl why you be stressin me for time
When you tell me you
you bout it, I'm bout it
Baby I'm all in
Girl it's hot now baby we can ride around
Take the top down take a trip to the mountains
Catch a sight now
Get
Who lost their lives while imprisoned in Hell
It's clear the system has failed
I guess you want me to prove it right?
So while I'm letting off steam,
Phone a friend
My origin was lonely man
I made music to heal
It was my only chance
Flex for Christmas
The Bikko boys spent New Year's in France
I hit
really get faded
That's murder one cause it was premeditated
So what I'm a do
I don't have a clue
How many months left damn only two
I'm gettin'
really get faded
That's murder one cause it was premeditated
So what I'm a do
I don't have a clue
How many months left damn only two
I'm gettin'
standing in line just ta dance with me
They'll be standing in line just ta dance with me
I look for girls with boots on
And then I wait for a country song
send out bills
His only ambition it seemed was to find sure cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the folks in our home town
And yes I'm one of them
Show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he
Wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in
it and
Rub it, you pressure bae, and them angles go cray, put me in it, and you know I hit
That sexy face, you comprehend what I'm saying, and she say,
In a world consumed by greed, cash rules everything around me
Motherfuckers and the currency, cash rules everything around me
It's the only thing
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