Lyrics:
homie die nigga that shit funny
Niggas wanna go bang but refuse to make some money
Versace her pinky ring I know she love me
What you talking bout
No nick
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
the words that I bring
The ruler of the ring is Lord Ramsey
And music is made by Mark the 45 King
You tremble for my treble, you're begging for the bass
gettin' rings like Sonic
On the hang glide damn I'm so damn fly
This swag kill a nigga so hard
I just seen his man die
Stand by, I got bitches
*(Music)*
There's a bunch of birds in the sky
and some deers just went running by
Oh the snow's pure and white
On the earth rich and brown
Just
you need to change ya lines
I don't play about this game I'm bout to make it mine
If you wanna diss it take a ticket you can wait in line
Everybody got
tiger uppercut
I'm next in line bruv
They got my brothers doing next to life cuz
Ring ring on a lyca lyca
For food in the club like tyga tyga
Hyper hyper
time
Not gonna lie must folks never stay for the ride
Why live a lie work hard game times over in five
No need for nines trust god when in need of a sign
, females by the dozen
They thought he was crazy, but he wasn't
Brothers would always say the kid don't play
Because he would have even made Dirty Harry's
making this breathtaking shit out of the
shit we make. then, it ain't shit no more, all taken
and gone in us by us in charter at the nature theater
night, midnight, Atlantic City
Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off
Lock the doors, that's when Ghost just g'd off
Cigars,
gettin hard by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship
is always everlasting
And everlasting are the words that I bring
The ruler of the ring is Lord Ramsey
And music is made by Mark the 45 King
You
And I been deep up in my bag
Run up on me wrong my nigga pop you like a tag
My nigga got that pole on him, ready to slide
Don't let him find a V
thinking bout the ring
I can see y'all great together y'all can make a team
Sitting on the beach and sipping margaritas living dreams
(Uh, uh)
I respect my
makes feel dreadful
5th amend if I attend, silence, ya message pigeon's snitchin'
Pressed? I'll snap a pic up for the press to let 'em know you're
to take a five-second beat
Make it repeat, then it spread across the tri-borough
Living lovely, everything's teriffic
I get wicked just like Wilson
young boys run down on you right now make you give it up
Police snatch everything I got right now still I'm five nickels up
Pelle on and hoodie on, bitch
[Melle Mel]
Melle Mel with the clientele
I'm gonna rock your chime and ring your bell
See I'm so bad and I'm so light
A lot of rhyme on a dime to make
nothin', type a brother
This cute face'll make your wife smile
And I check in two bags and one's just a suitcase full of Lifestyles
And we both rent out
You're all I need to get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl
It's me in your world, believe me
Nothing make a man feel
the money in a safe route
These snakes around, move wrong nigga you won't make it long
I picked the hustle back up, like a some damn prongs
Yo brother died,
Man I'm finna make it
Dedication to that ring I've been chasing
Run it up
Pockets full of dead faces
Bad as fuck but I won't call her baby
Double
they layin' in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I
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