Lyrics:
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
Cino, uh
Niggaz finna make it out, (what), only a matter of time, okay
M's in the bank account, (good God) only a matter of time, uh-huh
shows going state
like
A man that lost his fuckin' thumb
Hold up, you look like a cab driver
The boy that pump my gas and the boy
At 7-11 I buy my Dutchies from
This might
to Asian and Caucasian sayin'...
[Chorus: x2]
[Apldap]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
don't give 2 F's like its Fendi
Please don't offend me
I don't need your hood boy statues
My minds busy focusing on shit that really matters
Being
meddling
Mind yo business
It’s like a wedding I’m getting cake
Smoke in the air
It’s bout time that I ventilate
Striped cause I’m official
Bxtch I ball x I
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
is large amounts,
Clear
Money the only thing that counts here
By any means like Malcolm
X marks the spot you know the outcome
Income, never
Whenever I go by (here)
Spoken:
Wow
New York
Sky scrapers, everything
I was killing all my money
Spending brain cells just as fast
So I'll grab a taxi cab
Confess this best as I can attest
It’s complex but selective, could you detect this
Perplexed state of mind I inflect with
I sense my words don’t have will
Well, I was rollin' by myself, went down to Memphis, Tennessee
and I was lookin' for a guy who had a mullet and no teeth
and I was trippin'
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
noticed! What the FUCK are you hauling, assbreath?
(Apples.)
How's your fuckin' FUCKED up (ramano?), Paul?...
(He's asleep in the cab.)
Every time you
where to go
There ain't nothin' to do
I need to erase you
It's a quarter past ten, your grandma should be in bed
Cab's parked 'round back and 12k's in
Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl
(My digital girl)
Not a day goes by (Shawty)
Without you on my mind (Shawty)
Donna Karan underwear (Baby)
moving numbers
Trip and they stumble, fall flat on their faces
Divine vernacular art, preschoolers tryna trace it
From that southern state symbolic
on a bad day
Your favorite rapper never had lle'
Let alone traffic state to state
I Sat in that kitchen and scraped the plate
Cooked dope while auntie sang
normally done by the blacks.
There is damage estimated at(Siyaya)
Over ten million dollars (NgoMkhonto Wesizw'eLusaka)
Caused by angry workers who set
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