Lyrics:
haters I don't give a fuck
Ridin' round with that forty and that nina with the thirty
Yeah
I'm just tryna get my money up
Out here riding dirty tell
spliffs with
Some Vice Lords
Know Haitians
With nice swords
Jamaican & M.S.
They all with the B.S.
North, South, and the West Side
O.G. from the East Side
[Eazy-E]
Big titie shitty bang bang sittin' on a dick
tryin' to play a pimp by the fifteen clicks
hoes play with me weekly
so I'm down wit hoe play
I'm the one to go and run it up
But I'll run you out if you run ya mouth
Track track track star at the mouth
Talking all that chit chat just spit it out
Come on now
Put my dick, in your mouth
I was raised in the South
And I'm so fucking proud of it
Dance bitch
Open them legs with a back split
Gobble
It's T on the beat
Hey, how you doing today? I think i'm doing okay. Just made a couple of bands
I was just dashing away or I might buy me some guns.
break in a struggle and create these jams
The one man band
I'm so smooth with it
Ain't no doubt my nigga
Y'all know who did it
The funky connoisseur
south off through the trees
My feet took over walkin' 'fore my mind caught up with me
When I walked in my tab was already open
My drink was poured
with my Titos
Smoking that gas I'm on eco
I know Ima' Ball like I'm Z-O
So sorry if I got an ego
But I'm in the Range in my Wrangles
I know it bro I got
Yeah! There comes a time when
the north becomes the south.
Yeah! It's a long December.
Everybody wants to "chill" a bit
what's this about?
No! No!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's your boy Quando and I woke up this mornin'
With all this cash money, I got all this cash on me
New money, blue money, I'm
Get the money
Get the money
Get the money
Get the money
Cheese by the block come and talk to me yeah
Bands in a Nike box talk to me yeah
If you don't
dice with them boys
Right by Pull-A-Part
You looking stupid
Like you don't know who I am
It's Big Jim-hill
Aka that boy Karam
From McNair all the way
with some niggas who got triggers for the clan
I'm from the South, I know that guns don't make you any more a man
But, damn (damn), protect the fam
takin' all the highs even when I'm feelin' low
This money counter count it, I be thumbin' through these loads
I got way to many problems to be dealin' with
yeah
Blow on this strong with me, yeah
What's is wrong with me, yeah
I did this shit by myself
I did this shit with no plan
Dior, my kicks, these ain't
the Benz, on the side it says 4 by 4
Sipping codeine, pass out on the floor
Stopped popping xans she can't hurt me anymore
Only chase the bands, I don't
mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys
Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
Fuck
mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys
Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
Fuck
with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends,
in a Ford van
Let these niggas know I'm a give em a permanent suntan
Walk in your studio session
Damage your crew in the vocal booth with
getting the job done, boy up every night
I'm about rolling a seven, when I toss up the dice
I'm about getting my logo off, flooded with ice
I'm about
to hit the i10 by ten like the Johnsons
Real vision, see the light in the tunnel
Big leaf roll
Look like I'm smoking on money
Stay with the chopper
You
him pipe down
Couple bands In the goyard
I be going so hard
Hundred miles and running
You more like a go cart
I put that pussy in his face
One leg
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