Lyrics:
Times in a room
Cause I spent 20 on my tires
30 to be icy
But me bein' fly that's priceless
And I gave 40 to my side chick
50 to the wifey
But me
hot treat the cock like pop sickles son
Walk by faith
I be off her juice
My queen knock ya bishop off spitting off the roof
I know I gotta get it, they
J.E.V.O.N.
Verse 2
Doc said Jevon yea ya flow sick
Told him cool long as it’s not Covid
Real nigga flip stimulus check
10 bands to a mill wanna bet
Use
the cleanest, always smoke the seedless greenest
You've seen this like reruns, pop-a-lock like reruns
St. Louis where we from, you ain't never heard a weak one
(When I first heard, Criminal Minded
(I was in, man, where was I? Seventh grade)
(Battlin' this other emcee) (smokin' a blunt)
(And drinkin' a 40
Addie we were servin bricks
Well I was but she made a couple jugs off the strength
E pill poppin ain't no stoppin once I'm on this trip
Big shit poppin
somethin', everybody love ya
Pops told me that
Niggas ain't shit, life showed me that
They done stole from me
They done hold me back
You round here actin'
a jet like I'm Benny stealin' home
One night
One time
Baby girl, how ya doin'? yeah
Come spend it right
With me tonight
Just one time, just one time,
2.. 1... 2...
Oooh Baby
2.. 1... 2...
Oooh Baby
2.. 1... 2...
Oooh Baby
2.. 1... 2...
Oooh Baby
Baby you so over the top...
Pops Benz under wraps,
new shit? I don't recall ya
Truthfully I smell the cruelest intent in the water
Foolish me, I used to flex wit' new ice on my collar
Jewelry that made
my collar
Son live by the gun die young
Like Anna Nicole Smith
But like the courtroom shooter
The hammer the verdict
I'm sick and perverted
But like
bitch you don't get imma get her
We gon’ get more dirty than the park by the ghetto
By the narcs and the rock and the glocks Goin’ pop
Fuckin’ with
fluid
Collipark in the buildin, ya already knew it
Y'all boy game is weak, I see through it
Bankroll is fat, you girls can't chew it
All this is mine, you
(Wooo)
I got my game from da trap (Trap)
Hang wit no lames that's a fact (Fact)
Glock 40 make nigga back (Track)
Smoking on (Shhhh) can't pass dat (Nooo)
Why you talkin to the feds?
That nigga did bad he got booked by a leg
I'm on hots
Slide the addy get the drop
We gon push up on your spot
.40 pistol
You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!)
You wanted
to pick out a fit
betta yet I run game like E-40 in a click end up having you lick on this dick
bump and size I pleasure neva coulda I eva be happy
on me, Makaveli
Girl, you got me speeding, yeah, yeah
Doing two-forty on Lekki-Epe (DJ Vyrusky)
With the top down no do gra, gra
You'd be drinking
[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly
It's like I'm 40 years old (Old)
I be winning all my battles, I'm like 40-0
Ya team get a Rocket
This is how it normally go now peep this
I'm
I'm a son of a poem
And I live in a lyric
I was taught by a flow
In a class with rhythm
Fell in love with the sound
I only spoke of listening
cordially
Whippin' around in that Merc
I got me some cash
Like I'm up in my forties (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm putting in work
I hit from the back
When she say
and lease the whip
But If you gotta stunt
Then shop by the residual
But take a hint from me
And start ya LLC
Take that Jordan money
Make it mortgage money
nothing but love
I'm feelin' extra extraordinary freaky
And i know you hoes want to roll with me
I shoot by the bar place my order
Big baller orderin
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