Lyrics:
Settle down, buckle up
Lock and load, shut the door
Breath it in, air unclean
You'll go down, down with me
You'll go down, down with me
You'll go
getting money real fast fast fast
We hitting ops like smack smack smack
Don't tell me to stop, santa stacks that sack, yuh
1400, 999
How we livin, bitch you
wrist's all froze
Champagne's in my glass
I'm surrounded by hoes
You know you know
You know that I fuck shit up
You know you know
You know that I fuck shit
to me here's some advice that's free I ain't the guy to just let it be
If your gonna talk about it better be about it
C
It says in the king James to do
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin' up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin'
getting cold
Cole James in the 4 by 4
Baking cakes with all my dough
She got cake that's all I know
Love me if that's for sure
Told you it's been a minute
never ever really help myself
I guess I don't give a fuck
Cause I cry cause I'm alway by myself
What the fuck is up with me
I only escape when I'm in my
the relics were found) and
Interred here in Santiago...I picked up a CD collection of music emanating from
The pilgrimage route to Santiago, as well as a CD by
too long
While Billy was off at work
I'd stay teething my bone
Laying by the door
'Til 6 p.m. when he came home
And he'd tell me about his day
And how
My heart's racing when
I see you in my dreams
Reminiscing the days you were with me
I was walking down Santa Monica
Then I thought about that bitch
meetings
Pretend that they're part of the great scheme
They laugh at fate
Courting death like they
Were all James Dean
Me, I'm hanging out here
With my
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin' up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin'
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin' up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin'
'em up your body's dried
I roll with a stick 'cause I feel like I can
I'm feeling this bean, I'm off the Vyvanse
See me a lick, can't stop smiling
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow
It's just another day
God bid yesterday
it's time to form, just call me
And let this song be, playin loud in Long be
If you love Bucktown STRONGLY!
RAISE IT UP!
Brooklyn my habitat, the place
what it is though?
Cause ayy, I love Drake, I love Khaled, but
That set that song up, bruh and let me
Tell you something: MTV, fuck
You, once again
the suns
Pull up in a Jag, I'm James Bond I got the golden gun
Dickie suit on me I don't fix cars but I do keep the tool
Pick and choose, these hoes so dumb
movies by Will
(What up Will?) seven movies by twenty mil'
And you still ten short from what
I did with one deal (DAMN)
Don't compare me to nobody
I'd
they set that song up
Bro!
And let me tell you something:
MTV, fuck you! Once again, as always! I’m on
My Trump shit tonight! Let me tell
You what it
the block and dump that phone case we watched by 12
Wholesaling keep me up at night, I buy & sell
When I'm with my stock friends I guess we buy & hold
Strip
then she want me now I gotta salt it
Cause she's seen on Quevo first up in a Aston Martin
Hurricane wrist watch young Quevo break the pot
In the vila
up like LL's pantlegs
Full of life in this bitch
Though I may seem half-dead
Trust me, I'm cool
I just ain't talking to you
And them checks coming
Today's the day, we gon' get him out them tiers (Tiers)
This our only shot, he been locked up for years (Years)
That's my brother on my mother any
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