Lyrics:
the same old two step
While Omegas doin' the same old Q step
I had my money on my mind
I was thinkin' green
She a pledge, AKA, she was pink and green
I want
I write might be about you, son they shook *
[*vocal interpolation of Mobb Deep - "Shook Ones Pt. II"]
(chorus with varations till fade)
[fan]
Oh..
put up our own coin
Wo 2 by 4 rap no wode p3 record deal boi
Its a marathon a lot of these niggas pulling groins
The clique in sync, we killing with ink
on the plan
Step by step
Day by day
Yea, My house is full
Can you peep the poker face
Yea, I'm not about to play
I gotta win the game
Livelihood at stake
Big
rollin', lil larger
In the parking lot of Sonics, get to it on the Chronic
OR At Bay Street, Blues Cheifing them up by the twos
Rollin' with my big sister,
down the road, got hit by a car
Crawled to the curb blue like avatar
Blue like the merc in sean pauls vid
Terrorizing the beat lets blow up a bridge
a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two
[Bobby Digital]
Word's on the street Dunn Dunn
hennessey, my clothes smell like weed
Atl & tennessee, I'm right up the street
In the club where the thugs be, it be hard to breathe
Sean paul said we gon'
One little, two little, three little indie rap
Headphones, backpack, watch 'em all
It goes watch out!
Jack the Ripper, Jack Jack the Ripper
B.I.G, look
The universe been throwing me all the signs except stop it
Niggas been plotting on me, but here's the plot twist
I can't throw fists no
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can
a step
I can make a hundred thousand just sitting by the steps
I can count a hundred thousand with my feet in the chair
I can pull the baddest broad in
Ayo one, one, two, two, two
It's after midnight, rocking Midnight Studios
Fuck her raw, got my wrist right
Brick-white Patek, spray jager, put
i ain't in trouble amethyst big stone eternity want leave my finger alone eight 80 ate not a lot of money big trillion 48 point on 2 one
Chorus
Chain bright like the lights of Budapest
All I know I wont be glued to desks
No 9-5’s rather move the wet
Time don’t wait I copped two
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
need be)
because I seek only you,
you and only you.
Once I saw the setting sun facing the red, red moon 'cross the big, big sky
made small by them
two fifteen, yo
Downtown for the win, woah
Sean C for the tempo, Portugal for the intro
This is Arctical Don Disco from the one choir
Calling shots
Ha, by popular demand Sasha Fierce, Nicki Minaj, let's go
Yo rude boy, why you cross me like a little T?
I'm Minaj, big M, uh'uh not a Mickey D
to maintain
Rap and hustle, sell coke, bitch say the same thang
Counting money like Sean, big money like Dawn
Shout-out to my nigga Don Juan, gotta grip
lock and I load
"Pop Shit" explode
Dot, Big Sean, Electron', feel like I gotta "Control"
My music connect with the people
Just bridgin' like the top
HOOK:
Biddy bye-bye, Biddy bye-bye til’ it’s drive by then it’s bye-bye
Then it’s lights, yeah
Then it’s lights out, switch
Then it’s lights out
VERSE 2
was by him
Whoever said big boys don't cry was lying
Yeah, cuz' i'm the biggest here
Wish that i could shed a tear
Took a trip up to a pier
Just so that
the dirty south (repeat 2X)
(Redd)
down south we wear bandannas and denim suites
down south you gone always spot us in them coupes
(Lil' Flip)
well down
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