Lyrics:
If you know what's good
If you know what's good
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
I said, put your filthy hands all
out from that little one room and kitchen youve got. Its owned by my good friends in Cayman National Bank, so we have already moved out your stuff,
Family maybe think we should part, but what do they know
Focused on your shadow side while I'm blinded by your glow
They really don't know what you been
of you
Fuck you good every time you catch an attitude
Couple years we started rough, now we going to smooth
Man I swear the way you smile, such a beautiful
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
let the man shine
Stuntin' on Martin Luther feelin just like a king
Guess dis is what he meant when he said dat he had a dream
[Chorus]
Yeah!
much, much
All of the people start to rush
(start to rush by) a dizzy twister dance
Can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone
yeah
And I'ma fall back tonight
Me and my man takin? it in tonight
Yeah, we gonna get it in tonight
We goin? smoke somethin?
Drink somethin?, toast
to the basics, you in the midst of greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
I
to the basics, you in the midst of greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
I
blink for ya girl,
Change the way that I think for ya girl,
Put it on paper waste the ink for ya girl,
Walk through the dessert without a drink for ya
play captain, rock the boat for you, girl
I play martin and bring hope to you, girl
When I was away look how I wrote to you, girl
Wasn't I polite when I
a fuck I'm
Letting niggas know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't
Give me no backtalk, yeah break North
Don't make me get my gun and
Blow your
let the man shine
Stuntin' on Martin Luther feelin just like a king
Guess dis is what he meant when he said dat he had a dream
[Chorus]
Yeah!
on the leather, and rub the wood
See we got boppers in Texas oh man that pussy look good
So I let them hoes ride and I show them a grip
But she blinded by
After tonight
Don't leave your girl round me, heart breaker for life
Ask my homeboy 9th
Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the (Bad Man
these niggas envy
I put it all on the line, like assembly
And stuck to the code like Da Vinci
Man I'm from Atlanta
Hot lemon pepper my ten piece
in your life
Keep me by your side
From Day to Night
Put your pride aside
Keep me in your life
Keep me by your side
From Day to Night
Just Say you love
And your weave look good with the Indian tracks
Trackin' device on your used 5 Series
I don't call back, just blame it on your Canadian
The same day we
Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it's
on complacement
Couldn't face it, man that's racist
You a racist where the caves went?
Stoop, yeah, how I cum on top your boo, ooh
I have the forbidden fruit, ooh
they put the heroine
Only us real good smokers know that fucking secret
Yeah, we tried to be nice to you non-smokers
But you just fucking badger us, you
to drink, plenty to smoke
That's what I'm out here hustling for
We all need to be strong, for the ones we love
Can't hesitate to help the next man up
home
Thanks to ya loan
Good thing ya got flows
Homie wipe the shit from ya nose
Put you on PHD schooling, for what
To ocntrol the weight of the world
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