Lyrics:
right now
We going city to city
Don't call my phone cause you know that I'm busy
I like a bitch with ass like Iggy
Pull up to the function we all looking
Phone numbers gettin' switched these days, I don't really like contacts
Floyd Mayweather contracts, Mykonos with the top back
Twenty-three and I'm this
a dollar" (I'm like)
I'm too rich, Valentino my collar (I'm like )
Thick bitch can't take this, she holler (I'm like)
A trip by the jeweler, she way too
never have another bitch
Suck a dick, that's all she was meant to do
If I'm with a bitch, than she ain't goin with you
Ooh, I can tell you so mad
Pull up
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
When I'm going through these lows dealing with these problems
And lord knows I'll find a way to solve 'em
I'm your support when you need the guidance
can't leave
My feelings is all on my sleeve
I'm feeling so hurt and deceived
I'm feeling so lost and so hopeless
This pain I just find ways to cope with
a bigger bag in this fuckin' same fit
You scared to get your feet wet, don't try to take a risk
Moonwalkin' with this 30, tryna get it off my hip
I'm in
[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
as a band
My taxes cost the whole of your brand
You the man on the 'Gram, I'm the man in the south
And I'm rolling about with 10 gram in my mouth
I'm
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
Lordy how I'm telling you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clapping their hands
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
When the people beat
too slow need to get out my way, mmm
Seen some bands that I need to go chase
I love my music
I just be singing like I'm an acoustic
I really just need
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!
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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, 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
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