Lyrics:
You surely gon' die, have you lived before?
Blew dope smoke on suede roofs
Through Rolex on wood wheel
Two hoes next that room deal
Nigga cruise through
the next phase
Unoriginal waves waiting on the next craze
Don't think cause you found some cheese you made out the maze
They tell me life is art depending
All of my good memories, you were there with me
If I had a felony, you would stand by me
Remember that melody? The moves in the dance hall?
You miss
tear then two tears then fucking to try and forget how we do what we do
You've been a million miles away from the day that we met
I was just lost up in
the same
I'll take you right to Ruth's Chris, no you don't want no Raising Cane's
She want it, uh
She want it, oh
She want it, uh
Yeah she want it, oh
She
cry wolf, say fire
Pray higher
Old guy'll stay by ya
The outcome cost more than what you paid prior
Turbulence from circumstance
Quite perceptive
that barstool
Next to you
Have a seat boo
It's best for you
Your pretty face used to call me thirsty
Your ugly heart wouldn't have no mercy
Oh no
Baby I
I had to get it, I had to get it...
They said you can't get nothing by yourself I got it all by myself
I had to get it, I had to I had to get uh I
these niggas in the club and you peeping
Latin hips do the twist like shakira
Let's dance cuz it take two to tango
Two to tango two to tango
Side by side
Up out of there
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two
Up out of there
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two
Up out of there
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two
whatever I know that I am better
With you by my side I hope you know that I
Am in love with your thighs oops I meant to say your eyes
Girl they're
nine, hell I'm out to get mine
And pick two homies, three com-bine
Next thing you know, jump in the six-fo'
Get out, cock the hammer, then kick down
On the count of three I want everybody to say
I'm a motherfuckin' Coke Boy!
One, two
I'm a motherfuckin' Coke Boy!
You'll let me in
With those
worried bout my check bitch
What's next I think you should speak with yo chest bitch
If you
Get up on the guys that's some shit I don't suggest bitch
I been
for the next pic
Say cheese, sticky green like the kid
Ice Nicholson, it shining
Steak dinner, fine dining
You fake, you lying
Gas Shell, quit whining
Levitate Chris angel
I earned my stripes like a Bengal
Rest in peace too the vets glass city
We next fuck a bitch
Get a check
I get out my elle when I'm in
bro you got me
Rick James slap to all these bitches
Get back get back yeah on my Chris Bridges
I'm nice hoe
Clean em up Lysol
Keep on throwing yo salt
to touch
Nigga double dare
Reappear Go toe 2 toe
With a mighty grizzly bear
Everything go
Pear shaped
Cause u got
A pair of kicks
That isn't laced
Yeah you
watch me like Sony
I drop two albums I swear to you I ain't done yet
Imma bout to blow up and yes nigga that's a bomb threat
Rearrange my whole mindset
follow rules man I'm exempt
Boy I got the juice what you expect
If I win or lose it's a lesson
Focused on my moves and my next plans
Next plans
I'm so coo
the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't
and my nigga see-Bo Yuk mezzole not only bust that rhyme we can do it illegal so the evil'll give a fuck next time nigga don't you ever spit my name cha
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