Lyrics:
While things change everything stays the same
I don't point fingers in shame or aim to blame
I was working two jobs working fifty hours plus
Me and your
with them bitches nigga I tame mine
Strap her down with two bricks and straight put that bitch on a train ride
If she ain't about that cheddar I give
Hook.
All I want for Christmas is a pistol and bad bitch.
She ride this sick because she know that I ain’t average.
Ain’t got no pot to piss in ..
u got it don’t let me catch yo ass lying plz keep it 1k becuz then you know you out of pocket Iv seen u flexing on instagram with that little pistol
Time to roll the dice, and ride,
Need the money come, this side,
Pistol grip and line, the sight,
How the hell you robbas,
Gonna rob the robbas,
Time
Games don't get played round here nigga
Let's separate the house from the field nigga
For real nigga
I'm a for real nigga
Tortured by the sight
into that
Just be honest
Never ride the wave
Just be honest
Never ride the wave
Let's be honest
I made the wave can't nobody take
Let's be honest
I made
Okay)
Gimme the 2 by 4
Switching to Chuckie since you niggas all of a sudden like good guy roles
Well they took the shackles up off me now the good guys
a couple years back
Used to rap on the meme beats, now I ain't kidding (let's go)
How the fuck you gonna hate on a youngin? (huh)
You pushing thirty, you
These girls by my side always my ride or die
So they couldn't be more wrong
(Kira)
They say two's a company and three's a crowd
But with four
It's not
started getting too close
So I stay with my guys that been by my side
'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive
New drip, had to pick up
cannot figure the plan
Twenty-two
On the news
Send me Fullz
Brand new shoes
Brand new coupe
Brand new coupe
Let me rule
Let me rule
Twenty-two
On the news
)
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pow
Baby never act wild
Very low key on the profile
Catching feelings is unknown
Let me tell you how it
night
Takin' off like a rocket, makin' them hate
We pushin' to the limit, we takin' them outta space, like
Let me put you on this ride, out of space,
is so nice
And you start to notice all
The rises and falls
The softness of it
The peculiar little habits
That make my voice my own
By now you'll notice
let that old pain go
New views, no shade on the 15th floor
Left, right, right, left, let me let that go
Yellow bone, pretty walk, let her grab my pole
and our night'll end terrible
I exhale and say, "Fuck it", and I just chose to let it go
Walt went to St. Louis
Had a full ride for his hoopin', him
then I threw on my sweats
Was by the door in lik 2 minutes or less
I hear the horn okay it's time to get rich
Approaching the whip
And it's time
don't give a fuck
Let dem po's stay on my mind, call dat nigga up
[Chorus] - 2X
If you hoes want to go dere
We can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we
Care more about the pack than I do keepin' outta trouble
I'll jump the hurdles and let my box Chevy jump the puddles
Freon inside of this plastic bag,
for the show
Run up and you ride with the gang
Zoom zoom crash the Benz and the range
Two-two when I open the safe and I'm grabbing the case and we gon
hatin? to elevate,
must let off my frustrations from all the playa hation.
But itæ?¯ keepin?my strong,
and yes I do. Jesus, ride right by my side through
midnight
Brand new pack of cigs
A fresh one hanging from her lips
A beer between her legs
She'd ride down to the river
And meet with all her
looking at me and my car so shife
Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that
Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine, nigga
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