Lyrics:
filled to capacity
With all souls possessed by my flow and its speed
On this radio station over thousands of watts
And the rollers can't stop my knot
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in 10 years you finna be shakin' that ass for some fuckin' nickels
Yeah, shout to the gang, helped me through all the tough shit, no matter what, they
lights up my night
And I light up when your name comes up I feel all funny inside
I got a sweet fever comin' all over me I got a sweet fever I wonder
sippin' Remy
I'm Iceburg nuttin' but whenny all the way to my tinny
I'm hotter than a semi' 'cause this skirt she's wearing mini
And plus my head is
And the track record, I'm all about plaques
Shakin' my ass half naked, lovin' this life
Waitin' for Kim album to drop, knowin' it's tight
Standin' center
know, man (it's somethin' you already know, nigga)
I be ballin', I be wildin', VIP and fuck a line in
I be all up in the club, standin' all over
They all seen shakin the tambourine, shakin all the cymbal
They dwell in the Temple of the Mental
No more poverty stricken, robbery, guns be clickin
change back time, uh
But I know I'll be alright when I got you by my side
Tonight, I, I swear
In those eyes, I feel it all over
Inside we're,
of dawn
Now the folks was havin' the time of their life
And Sam was jivin' Jimmie's wife
Over in the corner was a beat up grand
Being played by a big fat
stop
I'm doin' donuts, turnin' out the lot
Stayin' vibed out at the spot
A mill' ticket when I pop out
Feedin' all the trill bitches lobster
I'm
Penitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye
When I walked by, I said, "Hi"
But you was so shy, I can't lie, damn near stuttered when you walked by
You want me
From the U S C, I shift ki's, a 120 plane rides
Multiplied by G's, 87.3 million in a matter of months
Big business and big dollars is all that I want
I
with the blues (ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (ooh)
Get salt over by your boo (ooh)
I ain't never kickin' no spooks
Nigga say he thinkin' bout
McCoy
I'm chocolate all over like an Almond Joy
Bowlegged cool brother and you will agree
On top of the world for the ladies to see
Gonna hip gonna
crack pot-shakin'
Welcome to the hood, my niggas
It's never all good, my niggas
They thought I'd be in jail
They thought that I'd get high
They thought
of dawn
Now the folks was havin' the time of their life
Sam was jivin' Jimmie's wife
Over in the corner was a beat up grand
Being played by a big fat piano
Motivated by anger my hustle is revenge
I guess it worked out cuz I finally got a Benz
In order to get here I cut off some friends
We ain't dappin'
Holiday, by the way
Nigga, fuck what you is tryna say, ayy
Upgraded Rolex, 42, yeah, yeah
Bend it over for me, blew 42, yeah, yeah
Make me feel, how my
a sec, grab the techs and loot this
Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks
I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next
You all
Blame it all on the earthquake
For rippin' and splittin' and shakin'
and breakin' us down
Or maybe I'll blame it all on the rainfall
Blame it all
nights
Don’t let your life go by
Don’t let your life go by one life, one life
Thank you, all y’all, no time for shoutouts
Still mad at Manny and Floyd
I
all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog wanna hunt for a pack of fleas
Can I get me a freezy please?
These H-Town trees be a hundred
in the world are you doin' alone over there
While we're havin a ball, just shakin' it loose
Now come on sweet baby, ain't no excuse
Enjoy
girl, you know I want it
You lookin good, or should I say gorgeous
From the hair all the way to your Jordans
Bitches is mad huh
You shakin' that ass, huh
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