Lyrics:
b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town
Thought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz 'member
Earl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from Vallel
At every
and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin' on
And O.E. bitch
and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on
And O.E. bitch
and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I`ve tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I`m trippin on
And O.E. bitch
M aybe someday you'll come
To the village I'm from
Right by the bay of beautiful Napoli
Where each Saturday night
As the vino takes flight
We sing
pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big
from niggas rich
See me I'm stackin mah chips flippin' mah chips
Bitch I
Peter Gunz I
Listen I gobble pour all I broke
No joke clear
Haha, it's gon' be alright
When I was comin' up I knew my future was bright (yuh)
You know why? 'Cause I've got that flow that makes me glow
I'm the best
filthy rich one day.
And the next morning end up broke.
I'm glad I learned my lesson, way back in '87.
I was wide around the mouth, by them burritos,
legit
I still take the chance, I'm drug rich
These niggas givin' y'all mad checks
Later on you gon' have to pay back double
Hope you ain't spend it all
watch
New ap no tic toc Jordans
On my feet like a big hop
Blowin up gas out da ziplock
Nigga I was rich before hip hop
Everybody tell body I'm a big shot
Thugga thugga thugga big birds
Des résidus d'crack sous les semelles de mes Buscemi
Mon 17 s'est tendue de Paname a Pittsburgh
J'ai ma Gucci girl avec
moment of silence and
I let go of his shirt
I started to think that maybe I'd
Made some kind of big mistake
I tried to walk out onto the platform
But by
secrets ont besoin""d'une casque"" eh!
C qui le DRH de ces RHPD
On dit c'est non qui envoie palabre
C'est l'homme qui a peur sinon y'a rien
Donc
to the party in L.A.
I don't want no lames
Stay in your lane
Yeah I'm walking 'round the store looking for Dante
Certified, certified, you not on the list
You
Okay yeah
Big c big body
I got the work
They gonna cop cop it
She gonna twerk
And ima watch her drop it hey
She gone come with me e e e e
Couple
pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
Opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last
love to feel the beat
Grind, roll, burn, re-peat
White Benz, black leather seats
Keep green L-E-D on the my feet
Gimme GG number 4
Glued on grind like I
No, I do three
At a T-I-M-E
Why when we
Say we Young Mula
The bitches leave y'all
And relay run to us
And payday comes sooner
Than later 'round
Qui peut rapper Comm-e moi il n'y a personne
Pas connu D'Amour Maternel bébé
J'peux pas t'aimer
De la même façon que tu M'aimes
C'est vrai qu'jxu un
to a fuck like this
I'm tryna get rich cos it's cold outside
I'm coming with the smoke anytime I'm with the gang
Switching four lanes with a bitch by my side
to sky dive
The world is yours there's rules you abide by
Ride with the fly guy on I 9 5
They said a nigga returned but I never left
I told Big L
doin it 'til I'm filthy rich
Motherfuckers get rich to this
Uhh, we reach rolls, double oh's
Whole calvary's statinated
Niggas look to get it acres
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down
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