Lyrics:
This Dubai sh-t
I don't roll with a big clique
I fly solo dolo
I got the game in a choke hold
I'm connected some with cholos
I'm connected with some
What’s the way, what’s the way like, yeah
Leave the engine running
Look like rain but the whole day sunny
Took my pain and I made some money
And I took my
bout my self
I been moving by my self
I got hideouts I don't show nobody else
I got problems I been going through without no fucking
Help
Still I got all
hit the fan I got a new plan
Coz I owe money to my dealer and the Tax man
So I put it on Facebook I took my last breath
I'm Mike Balls gonna fake my own
youngest, he is mine
Master why do you say these things to us?
We would never steal, we brought your money
Benjamin could not have done this evil thing
paramedics pumpin your chest
Blowin you breath, you dyin but you under arrest
How it feel to see a man dead knowin you next
I guess that's what niggaz meant by
at the Chateau Lafarge
Where the Duke did that puke
Down the Duchess's de-coll-etage?
No, Baron de Thenard'
The circles I move in are humbler by far
Go
at that after hours house
With the guy who took the money
With a fish hook in his mouth
Pretty girls all burnin' holes
In the cushions of the couch
All
and money we don made on the spot
I make the hood hot along with the faculty and ganegreen P.A.C
every thang we gain is green
to the bay
where my boy Lil
for a doctor, honey
Don't waste your money on mimi, me, me
Hell, 911?
I'm on hold
Cold, cold, would you light my candle
Yes, we'll oh god,
would go insane
But when some years slipped by and he still felt the same.
People and money came and went but the only thing that stayed the same
Were
getting by the Rand
I just been wilding I got the juice
And I I ain't even tryna share
Man fuck was you thinking
Kuthi u-blind noba
Mina ngithanda ama extra
late night vices (Psh)
Phone tapped by vices
Bullets hit friends heads 'til they physical's lifeless
Can't just right this, can't Suge Knight this,
stop stressing 'fore a nigga get a ulcer
Nothing coming, pockets touching, baby mom gon' make me choke her
Man, I'm looking like a bitch, like these
the whole circle complete
Wake up, and get money, repeat
Don't believe, soon enough you will see
I'm big as billboard
Big as a billboard
I'm big
Well I can do it by myself
And I don't need nobody else
No silly boys with me
That look like young republicans
And I said
Oh oh oh
Well do you
G's like me... like criminals ... back to the G's
(Mr. Lil One)
Come in and say fuck you
You ain't the sick man
Don't give a shit fuck a trick all in
and couldn't rest
Was so impressed when I met Eligh,
and the man to make you really see why
you shouldn't speak up in a battle, that'll bring us next to
Mister
let's straighten it out!
I wonder what could make a man, hit a woman, wit' a ferious hand. Somebody
Tell me because I just don't seem to understand.
ain't tell ya that,
Fuck who you with you need to get with this instead of that,
Now holla back,
You need a man, who could put a lot of money in your
G's like me... like criminals ... back to the G's
(Mr. Lil One)
Come in and say fuck you
You ain't the sick man
Don't give a shit fuck a trick all in
he a donor to them kids, that be rap
Talkin' like he got it, you'll make everything happen
Stunna Mouliani taking orders like the mob niggas do
to the church and repent
Don't think I'll make it to heaven like this, yeah
I be shinin' like Riri said
My VVS's Chris Breezy
I be cryin' when I see
and his family use to stay
Nicest one on the block
If he seen you drive by
he wave you down and make you stop
Drank cheap boos smoked big cigars
And he
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