Lyrics:
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Let's chill!
Guy
Passenger side
Slouched over
Little momma driving
Her new whip
Like your chauffeur
Guy
What happened to grinders
Getting it
I've seen her there
Always caught my eye so
I was glad she appeared
At my show
Would've talked to her
But I performed
Both in a group
And as a solo
you time
Look, I hope that this advice you'll eventually use
You are a g (URAG) H and E so I'll give you the (Q) cues
Live every day by every day cause
on you
I'm the realist in the biz, how you livin'?
'Cause you can get it how you live
And while you livid, I'm a say my pull out game is so real
I still
smoke
Like the Wi-Fi broke, get your wise-guy jokes
Got mob ties, bro, financial status and I'm ho tie
Get your familia smoked on both sides though
Oh
and get struck by
Punches that I never threw when I was cut by
All the residue of you
I've had enough lies
Enough lies
You're looking just a little shot
where I live
where I get lost like one of Kennedy kids
Then I reappear when it's "Time 4 Aksion"
Then disappear again like LaToya Jackson, it's
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply
That I might not last the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad
It's not so bad
When one of you guys call me
the night)
Ooo oh ooo oh eh ooo oh ooo oh into the night
And by the end of the day I’ll be your dirty little runaway
And by the end of the day I’ll be your
(Trell got that juice Nigga)
Long live LG, Long live Chop, Long live John
Long live all the guys nigga
I wanna tell you that I love you before it's too
If I were a rich man
With a million or two
I'd live in a penthouse
In a room with a view
And if I were handsome
No way
It could happen
Those dreams
rising to fame
'Nuff of these guys will lose
Their mind for the fame grind for my name
I know it sounds a little bit insane
But I'll die for my chain
I'm
a little bit
Move just a little bit just a little bit
To know Him is to be Close to Him
To live in relationship with Him to love him
No matter what we deal
the farmer's markets behind you
You gotta work
Gotta haunt 'til it hurts
Through the night
And give those guys the fright of their lives
Yeah yeah
Let's
me numb
But If you live by the gun, then you die by the gun Update double O- 1
Venmo, nah forget it
Praise the Lord and I will not forgive him
Praise
all in my bed
And that twat Leaks no Nee Nee
She say I do too much
I don't give a fuck, I flex off GP
I'm tryna get paid by the minute
I can't live how
gorgeous every morning time
The type that holds the door when you walk by
Only type of guy your momma likes
OH!
I'm that type of guy that gets lost at sea
Ayo Ron, turn me up a little bit
Ayo Just Blaze, you back on ya shit
Yeah
About to turn me into a motherfuckin' superhero or somethin'
From now
Ayo Ron, turn me up a little bit
Ayo Just Blaze, you back on ya shit
Yeah
About to turn me into a motherfuckin' superhero or somethin'
From now
Tell P and JP, both a dem a joker
But me proud a ghetto mi come outta
Once I was a little child
Little things that make me smile
But quickly I became
Yo, you should've fucking seen me, nigga
I step through, I had the
Reagan era sweatsuit on with
The bucket and shit, nah'mean?!
The fucking Clarks
That would explain my wild reputation, if it's made by two different guys
Chorus
Doin' it up everyday son. Word up. Still on. C.N.N. still live on what.
C.N.N. live long. Live on word up. Check it. Dedicated know what I'm sayin'?
to save your lives guys are winding up deceased
Cause (Cuz) you are what you eat, hear, watch and what you think
Went from lying over beats into lying
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