Lyrics:
She named me Dale Darrell Waltrip Richard Petty Rusty
Awesome Bill Irvin Gordon Earnhardt Smith...Johnson, Jr.
I guess you could say Momma was
On the regular, not a church girl, she was secular
Not about the money, them studs was mic-checkin' her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New
On the regular, not a church girl, she was secular
Not about the money, them studs was mic-checkin' her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New
I passed by
Lord knows ion need another dui
Living in a city where you do or you fucking die
Both hands out the top I can touch the sky
Look at ya
If I die, I blame Carl Updike
I love you Carl S(mith)
I'm sorry and I wish you happiness
Girls go somewhere safe and be your best
If I have any money
Not today.
Niggas like us, you know we stuck in our ways.
Ask Lisa or her niece huh, I never pay 'em money.
Had a little freak by the name
that they made love that sound
I am just a man with a plan out of Afghan
Pull the slim pin ain't no coming back now
Who you know doing what I'm doing
man jamming
At a Wed for my unc and my aunt
Saw a man sprint to the front
Tried to pull out his thing
Got whacked
By the best man team
No telling
What
with no love
Veins fulls of cold blood
I feel your fuckin pain I
Get your money nigga
Misunderstandin create your chances of
You dying quicker
Keep your
niggas
We do it big like we got a couple Kim's with us
I like my money and bitches thick, no slim figures
Most my niggas selling work I'm talkin brick
on a tree,
Gamblin' my drug money, hell yeah tee-da-lee
Cause I'm the nigga says crime do pay,
My people say they love me, they just say they hate my bad
no wigs
“Mr. & Mrs. Smith”
But that’s a dream
She ain’t really on my team
She’s in love
With the idea of me
White like a dove
& she knows my money
a conscious chick, one that talk like Olivia Alexa
If that money in the question
By any means we gon' answer
Heard em' talking bout' that pressure
No it's nun'
the only thin' that help me feel alive
It feel strange when all their eyes on you
You'll probably love me when I die, won't you?
Yeah, too many snakes
meters
She say you don't love me baby you don't love me either, You got Niggas I got bitches we some loyal cheaters
When I was in school I ain't listen
Shawty stay in Andover and she love them red Rovers
Know we keep some bands on us, told her ass to bend over
Kicked the bitch up out my home, I had
Talk of the town, that part
You know the vibes
What's funny, I remember when I couldn't get no play
My money up, I'm styling on them bitches round
knicks and dimes
I’m not trying to survive
I’m trying to live it to the limit and love it alot, niggas they hate keep a gun by my cock
Meet tia and tamera
Not today.
Niggas like us, you know we stuck in our ways.
Ask Lisa or her niece huh, I never pay 'em money.
Had a little freak by the name
Satan, I'm laying in the dark
With the Mossberg, waiting, letting off first basing
Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
Deuce high when he cruise by
to get my money right
Keep my honey tight
Real bitches love my life
One of the fewest doing this shit
How I do it
Rockin the new exclusive the swagger is
on a tree,
Gamblin' my drug money, hell yeah tee-da-lee
Cause I'm the nigga says crime do pay,
My people say they love me, they just say they hate my bad
Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know
Whoever said, ?The Game over?, musta had a hangover
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover
I got
ran and I caught ya
So sick nigga thinkin ebola
Slim thick, got me thinkin she older
Bad bitch and she came from NOLA
Ex bit sayin that she need closure
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