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Think you catchin me and my bitch? You dead wrong
I'm over here prepared, blowin a air horn
{*BLAAM!*} You niggaz talk widdit
I do it blind
bad, she's breaking backs
She loves it because I be making a stack
You don't make money like RadioShack
You know shes falling all into my lap
Ball over
the red rage inside me
Punch, through these walls I came
To take you in
I don't feel my hands now they're bleeding
All the words but no action to take
It's
And nothin' small
This dick make 'em hit the floor and touch the wall
Call my hoes to get salami, cuz they brush the balls
Let Weezy bust they jaws
Never have
and nothin' small
This dick make 'em hit the floor and touch the wall
Call my hoes defensive linemen, 'cause they rush the balls
Let Weezy bust they jaws
fitted hat
The diamonds looking yellow where my G niggas at?
Zones 1 thru 6, get em shawty get em, Ballin
They be choppin' them bricks, get em shawty get
now, ay
Running up them bands, tryna ball 'til I fall
In the Gucci store, finna tear that bitch down
Money on my phone, yeah, like collect calls
ball my clammy hands into fists by my sides
Every step I take, I can hear an echo
I glance around and realise it's me
It's my shoes they clatter across
two peas in a pod
Oh Gods
These kids are shootin' spit wads
While I serve 10 star cod
Ritz Carltoning my way to nod
At the bod
At the bottom of the pit,
a quicker ho that a live on the next street
Over player then do this shit again next week
Getting this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep
Probably
Can't go back to the bottom, gotta keep moving up
Tell them all I'm on my way, get out my way, ain't giving up
Gotta ball by any means, you know what
get shot over phones
I done seen niggas get shot by they bros
Welcome to LA where silence is a code
Chin up, ten toes down, and never fold
Raised
you can't
It's not my fault there's wall-to-wall empty cans
Everyone wanted this to all go wrong for me from the start
It's fucked up that a man's
talm' 'bout (yeah)
She gon' share these balls or get out (out, share these balls or get out)
I'ma go through that hole, then I'm in them walls (I'm in
Cassius, but always I run where the cash is
Skip down the yellow brick road, but its eroding and is set to explode
I’m actually shedding the pounds, my faith
ever the pack land
That's where I'm gon' be
You goddamn right I got it on me
Percs got me like a walkin' zombie
I bought an Audi thanks to auntie
My
Then I painted a three-foot slab of pine: "Here lies poor Bill MacKie",
And I hung it up on my cabin wall and I waited for Bill to die.
Years passed
memory
Well where did they find you? Around the corner from Applebee
Over there by Costco, right there off the freeway
Admiral Callahan Lane, yeah!
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ya), ayy (ya), ayy (ya), look (look)
This that shit that made me ball out on my old bitch, ooh (ooh)
Yeah, I'm chosen, I ain't
least riddle me this
Who chiselled the clouds that shroud my devout
Lust for life in the thickest of doubtful fogs?
By way of reply, the wind chimes sigh
bubble can't burst
It's almost like only I exist.
Where everything's mine
If I can keep my mouth shut tight, tight, tight.
All by myself
I'm so much
Louboutin's, prowlin' the concrete
Roller balls come alive just like Jumanji
You know where to find me
Greenhouse a circle of top whores
Mandarin,
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
there’s a shining star
Hope my city is not too far
So we can live again
See, where I come from is hard
Hope all over, we can start
So we can live again, so
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