Lyrics:
Yo, all my bitches that make money
Throw ya motherfuckin' hands in the air
'Cause it's all about the money
Money rules the world
I take over all
makin' that GTA"
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be
the God damn way
Yo man, the real motherfuckin winners is
The God damn Geto Boys for most fuck words in a song
The Bitch Killa of the Year grammy goes
Get your ass out the God damn way
Yo man, the real motherfuckin winners is
The God damn Geto Boys for most fuck words in a song
The Bitch Killa
never hesitate, delegate
We in the game, them man never play
Imitate all that you want, you won't elevate
Anyway, sorry, mate, you better get away
Cuz time just keep on passing
Me by
Let me fly higher
Make a lotta moves
Make a lotta moves
Gotta lotta goals
Gotta lotta goals
Even when I'm high
I be
the bed rocking like I’m Fred
Barney rubble, ridin' in a
Bubble, but it's stolen
Watching for the feds
Made twenty thousand dollars
Yesterday, little boy
boy
Man up wipe them tears lil boy
You don’t watch that pitch
Imma beat that ass you choose ya switch lil boy
Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
that boy he better use his legs the choppa made 'em fall
Bitch I'm out here thuggish by myself, back against the wall
Ling ling bop! Crack a safe bitch
town with my own little glow
Everybody that I know man I hope they don't go
I can feel all the love as you crowd my ride
And the way they all run, as I'm
As Craig Werner notes in his recent
A Change is Gonna Come, the Last
Soul Man’s return to the ministry "brought
The deep soul tradition full circle
" taking
when is you gonna holla at yo boy man? I told you
niggaz what the truth was
[Juice]
I visualize a time when we can stop hustlin
A dozen cops while we
it right boy, aight boy?
Man why you such a hype boy?
Why you always talk about being black?
Skin too white, nigga fuck that
Everything you talk
Flex that beast mode
Bout time I applied pressure
Man 2 man or zone, nobody does it better
Calling all challengers, silenced from the silencer
This
out in a snap
So hush little baby don't say a word
Woolly's making rhymes that you've never heard
As for you, I'd sleep with your closet door closed
Ay yo Jedi man
You know I got a lotta girls
You got alotta girls
Im confused man
So lets chose though
See these fine girls in my life got my
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
tricks
Say I'm getting it together man fuck that shit
You don't really know her well man fuck that shit
If my gold really timeless in this twisted shit
I
makin' that GTA"
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be
the flags of slavery
I'm not proud of those boys
And their confederate grainery
A dash in a zero is that a message from your president
Twitter banned trump
lotta traps
White boy from the subs when I drop man its wraps (uh)
B.T.A business nobody is stopping us
Born To Achieve man nobody on top of us (yeah)
Try
the gang
I pull up, I'm serving that big bod' again
Going insane
In the Audi I'm going insane
My boy just stay in your lane
Or your girl gon' scream out my
me wiser
(Figaro) So I said come here little man
And with his little hand, he grabbed the pipe
A lesson in buddah blessin', not too young, just
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