Lyrics:
(Racks)
Finna go cop me a Bugatti
I can go faster than all the police
I'm buying that mansion cash, no
I don't feel like paying no lease
Man, this shit
they like
But all I know is everything's gonna be alright
And no one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I'm feeling
No one, no one, no one
Plus I'm wantin' shoes, I'm runnin' through cools wit cheddar
makin' em crack like leatha unda tha rainy weather
y'all best ta get it together before
I'm a man, a man of simple pleasures
I got all I need, so give me whiskey measures
With dyslexic eyes I'm seeing very clearly
By the way, I'm
follow in my footsteps, you don't belong to me
You only make a mistake, don't try and understand me
Don't try and understand me, all I'm trying to say
my life today?
Stupid girl, stupid girl
I'm a loner, I'm a loser
I'm a winner, in my mind
I'm a bad one, I'm a good one
I'm a sick one with
I know you like to wear my dressing-gown,
When I'm not there.
I guess you like it in my shoes.
Just cause you drive a Maserati
And the ladies
I wrote you long love letters, Mama, I sent 'em on day by day
Need you now even more than I did before
As I'm lookin', here's your Daddy comin'
me
So use it and prove it
Remove this whirling sadness
I'm losing I'm bluesing
But you can't save me from madness
Nobody knows it but
that I'm about to
I can tell when I'm without you
I've seen you juggle
I've seen your best
I've seen you running out of luck you pressed
I've seen
you know that I'm another person
I called and called but it kept diverting
See you lied and I cried now
How am I supposed to forgive you
Baby you
of the tiles
That I stared at for so long
On the bench inside the dire store
I'm waiting for a call
2 percentage till I die 1 percentage you will call
99 percent
and blocks
I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks
Shit, killing every nigga in sight
Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite
'Cause I'm
I'm a baller, and I watch my back
And when I'm ballin, yo, I gotta be packed
If I ain't packed homeboy, you could say I'm slippin
But if you try to run
goin on
[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um ]
See, I'm like a psycho, I meditate with a beat
I add a rhyme, to make it sound complete
I go into a state of mind that I
Check that, the valley parking, but that was when I spark it
VIP see me, I'm the hottest thing out on the market
Candy dripping, extra flipping, rose
We are all running in a race
To find everything that you searching for is right there
Your love is blinding, I'm already home
The lights are
road I'm glad I stayed on track,
A dream of making raps, and getting played on wax,
It seems that faking jacks want to cause my demise,
Along the way
I'm lost in my head, been thinking all around
I gotta find the off-ramp to my heart
Stop-lights in a row when all I want is go
Drop into first
Yo what up son?
Yea happy new years man,you too
Yea but its crazy cold out here right about now man
Yea I'm jus chillin' in the coupe, k'nawm
Will you throw it away or get it right this time?
I'm warning, I'm watching you
Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do?
I'm warning, I'm watching you
Hey, Fred, what are you doing in here?
Hey, Kacey, I'm just catching up on some reading
It's so peaceful
Yeah, it really is, what are you reading?
Hello Mr. Mosley
I'm glad you're my maker
My Loyalty lies in your hands, you're my breath taker
Your body, your kiss is in unknown demand
So take
lie no
Since The day that I met you
Should've been the day that I left you
And I heard that you miss me now
But I'm gonna have to let you down
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