Lyrics:
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
terrifies me
(Church on time) makes me party
(Church on time) puts my trust in God and man
(God and man) no confession
(God and man) no religion
(God
I did this shit by myself and all on my own
Everybody sat there and they asked if I was really grown
Man I sat there everyday just tryna make my pain
on the side 'cause I don't halfway do it
I make the kinda moves that pay to win got me provin'
I'm a made man
I've seen alot of evil things men'll do
If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by, walk on by
Make believe
That you don't see the tears
friends were by me side and
A likkle dem were by me side and
Nga womanyi enkola za'Katonda
Agabira abatuuze nabagwiira
Namusaba ankwatire kubinnemye
was Joe 3H from Capitol Records
He wanted to sign me really bad
Dame was like, "Yo, you got a deal with Capitol? Okay, man, just make sure it's not
where ever I go
Nigga I'm going dumb psycho
I'm chasing the green geico
Bitch it's buckz the money man
Pass me the play I walk it down
Pass the tape
can make it through another year
Come on, Santa, come through
Bring me a man (bring me a man, bring me a man)
This Christmas (dear Santa)
I need
Yo, I been about since 4 in the morning
Same old shit, them man they’re just talking
Man just flow too lazy they bore me
Still tryna get me the crib
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
wanna see me on the scene
Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream
Bare mash man want me on their team
’Cause they know from the bust I shot
Heads are
and some roar with the lions
What floats your boat might sink mine
And what makes me smile might make you cry
You might get low, I might stay high
said, "Get used to the view."
Well, right then and there, they offered me the money
They said the nephew ran things, a man they called Mr. Lucky
I shook
terrifies me
(Church on time) makes me party
(Church on time) puts my trust in God and man
(God and man) no confession
(God and man) no religion
(God
with charm
He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop
He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man
A sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man
He took
with charm
He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop
He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man
A sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man
He took
looking for the man that can
Go check all the girls messing up with your program
With lyrics that make you say damn
The booty man can
Click off, click
even got no "Ether" for
Me, man? Huh? This nigga older than
Me and still a little nigga
Man but what I’ma do is I’ma tell you a true
Story this right
Work it, make it, do it
Makes us harder, better, faster, stronger
N-n-now that that don't kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry
Hey pass me a beer man
Here you go
Man that nigga been standing on the same goddamn spot
Slagin' that shit about the last 4-5 days man
Wit the same
He's the way
The truth and the life
No man comes to the father but by Him
He's the way
The truth and the life
No man comes to the father but by
Tryna make it off this music
Tryna make it off the rappin man
Gotta get it poppin
But it is what it is
Still work a nine to five
Tryna get by
Until
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