Lyrics:
think is a flex
Holding up that lil rollie better give it some rest
Ya'll really beefing with yourselves you better pay me respect
If I was really beefing
a brother rich, it’s a fact like that
(ayy) act hard, but you broke
Like ya pullin’ up at Jack
Say I work at iHop
Cause all I do is count stacks
(Take Take
Yea
Motha fucka
Yea
Back to collect my motha fuckin rent
Chang chang
You know
Its that murder I wrote shit
Pay up or lay down
Yea
Motha fuckas in
boy)
'Cause if the shoe is on the shelf, you should have some man (big boy)
You can not sit up and tell me that you have none man (big boy)
You may
So you wanna be hardcore
It's the K motherfucker , put your money on the dark horse
So who do you think these bars for?
Fronting like you're a vet,
buyin' out Cris', pour us a little bit
I told y'all that my borough is thorough
I know niggaz that'll clap you up and bury the metal
Same day, still in
You never hear that we buckle
Beef? we chuckle
Scuffle over a game of pinochle
Anything up on my money, man, I gotta see double
Unless you want
the sign
They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives
What, we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight
And you know they
it's Allstate
Didn't know that you could rap is what they all say
But you better know my name so you can call me
K-I-Z-Z-L-E
That's the motherfuckin Chef
the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
Chorus: Jay-Z (with Amil-lion)
(Nigga
rose gold on the dials, Tiffany's
Shipping bottoms from overseas, I paid the shipping fee
My family missing me, up north is where they're shipping me
the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs
For a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual
castles!
Kindly state the time of the year
and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead
never dance when I'm in this place
'Cause you and your man is planning to hate (I'm so hood)
And I got these golds up in my mouth
If you get closer
A team that's militant
A down ass woman by your side that get it in
The realest, I love this feeling
If you don't have a team that's militant you
then candy
New Edition like bobby, I catch a body, nigga's be thinking I'm Randy
Know these bitches misleading, nigga's be sleeping, I woke um up with
(yeah)
100K downstairs by the trey pound
But if they wonderin' who runnin' the A now?
Yeah you know, yeah you know, yeah you know, yeah you know
(yeah)
100K downstairs by the trey pound
But if they wonderin' who runnin' the A now?
Yeah you know, yeah you know, yeah you know, yeah you know
Ay yo we four or five niggas with furs on
Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on
Blowing on saxophones, the band is rough
So much ice
they golds in they mouth
Let you know what it is.
I been born and raised in the county of dade,
The land of the haze, the cocaine capitol.
We
for you?
What the fuck you gon' do, nigga? What the-
(What? What's up? What? What?)
What the fuck you gon' do? What you gon' do
(What? What's up? What?
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
muhfuckers be trappin'
Up in the city muhfuckers be classy
Distant reality, silicone valley
Bless, rest
This is American history x
Bless, rest
My mind is
but
My niggas only ever aim from the neck up
She said baby don’t cheat, let’s fuck her together
Shorty think we is forever
Told that bitch, “We ain’t
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