Lyrics:
your moms you'll be back by the Monday
Suns out we don't care what the sun say
We be at it all night like a Friday
Pull up to my place on a Sunday
Tell
You are African-American
And myself and my friends don't care for the company of African-Americans
Quite frankly, we're entertained by you
We're
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
Hey mothafucka I'm real as shit
Everything I'm talkin bout real as, real as shit
Aw yeah I'm back in this bitch
And you don't gotta like it but
on the hillside
Whatever happens, the groom stays with the bride?
Take a lovely walk on the seaside
Don't live in pain
Don't grow in pain
You are alive, you have
(run it up, run it up)
Run the money up
I chase it
I live fast
Impatient
I got it out the mud
Trappin' in my momma basement
I did that 9-5 at the mall
niggaz runnin your block
Sellin you shop, every weeks bag a couple hundered, don't stop
Hey yo, where your gun at, ooh that's nice niga run that
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Ayy, don't you know I got ki's by
who's live with Hunk Broadley, right now
(Don't do it Hunk! Think of the CHILDREN!)
Run Georgia, run
Run Georgia, run
Run Georgia, run
Run Georgia, run
night, so I don't get them wrong
Well, we all just wanna be big dogs
And live in hilltop houses, and walk 30 miles a day
The girls come easy, and the dogs
(walk walk walk)
Take a walk (ayy) take a walk (yuh)
You don't wanna push my buttons, take a walk (ayy)
Shorty jumping in the front row
I put her
hey (hey)
You're gonna be, a shinin' star
In fancy clothes, and fancy cars
And then you'll see, you're gonna go far
'Cause everyone knows, just
hey (hey)
You're gonna be, a shinin' star
In fancy clothes, and fancy cars
And then you'll see, you're gonna go far
'Cause everyone knows, just
of beer|Looky here, we damned if every other year|He ain't stumble back in, Bubba, baby that's him|I love me some me, and I don't mind you|Shoot ya move dog, we
left on a Monday
I was turnt up by the weekend
My bro in the penitentiary
I gotta walk down on my grind
He ain't never seen a 50
Spend that shit and keep
it ta' poppin' ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yo
I can tell by the ring in the middle of your tongue
You're
um
Don't run with the ride-a-long
Nigga, I'm a catalog, I'm a human Adderall
Little ass bitch, nah, you ain't in my category
Unicorn rare, better
Walk up with the morning sun
Can't stand the pouring
And the sun of the rain on the window out
Not one for ones
And you say, "Hey, girl, where
duplicate it off the steel it can only be found here
Only listen to gs that other shit I don't hear
Shit they so far in the rear how would I even care
I'm too
there you are n****, in the f***in' reservoir
With your Bentley, we don't give a f*** about your car
Who you are
[Chorus]
Yo, yo
You can't
walk in the wire
Please don't judge me
(Please don't judge me)
I don't know if you have noticed‚ I'm
Doing me and I love it
I just ran through the fire
regular
Just know I turned a dime rock into a motherfuckin' million
That's why I walk up in this bitch, like, "Real nigga in the buildin'" (woo, hey
hey
Bitch imma aim it at ya face
See me by by by
N' sync on ah bitch
I don't trust you won't
Blink on a bitch
Yea me and B on the shit
If I know you get
Hey hey hey hey
Bitch don't touch my shit man
Turn me down a lil bit man
The Fuck goin on
She changed her life man
Big chop man aim it at ya face man
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