Lyrics:
seat
Pass by the white people at the beer garden
Pick up artists at a white bitch hollerin', Talkin' bout
Hey, Uh the fuck? Yo, what's up? Yo, What's up
Claus
Santa do you know E-40?
Bet you that nigga say "That's my homey!"
We used to perv grind curb trip to my grandma
Kahlua milk and brandy almost
don conquered (came, conquered)
Now, what's that you talkin 'bout
We gon see now (We g'on see now)
Dig a hole (dig a hole)
Dig a hole (go 'head)
don conquered (came, conquered)
Now, what's that you talkin 'bout
We gon see now (We g'on see now)
Dig a hole (dig a hole)
Dig a hole (go 'head)
my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)
I'm out here on a thousand acre plot of land
And I can't hear 'em hatin' on me, I'm a modest man
Talkin
(Aye)
Talkin' gon' get you hit up right up in yo face
All that talkin' gon' get you put up better stay in yo line
I ain't
Stick up, hands in the air
You move, you lose 'cause the ICE don't care
No chance to run, don't shout
Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out
Grand
like a lumberjack
Hip-hop got me believin' I'm a fiend, how I'm spittin' crack
Space candy, E N T on the beat, but you know it's that
Livin' up this
your boy did his thing
And still make cash money
Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna
I don't be talkin' a lot
She be frontin' a lot
into influencers
Smurkio, fuck that bitch and leave, I don't care who she fuck
Air shit out her closet, it's hot as hell, she got on Yeezy UGGS
I got
the air yea
That nigga lil aint never been a fool
I used to tell them little hoes meet me after school
It was philly blunts back then and e n j too
Boones
Yea'...I mean I feel like you should know who it is by now right?
(If not..) it's Chucky!
Look at me walkin' my shit, talkin’ my shit (yea)
Hunnid’
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
50 racks on me 120 in this car
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
Iced out dog tags Presidential R
leave me by myself and I was gone go insane
Posted up with all my dogs, ain't talkin' bout Usain
Hold on, something's strange, I can feel it in the air
scared
Them guns we holding, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump-dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare
They wanna know, where the hood at? Nigga,
me like Chris wow when I say it it's catchy
To everyone talkin' their shit bitch we still party like Gatsby
Yeah we livin' like Gatsby
Mansion by
they learned there isn't competition
No wonder I just compete by myself
Stackin' money till it's sky high
That ain't why I do it, why lie?
If you know
ain't never gettin' out (out)
I did it in some Air 1s, fuck we talkin' 'bout? (Fuck we talkin'?)
My uncle did twenty years, got nothin' to show (nah)
I
the game and its been mine
It's cost me a lot just to get by
Yeah this shit cost me a lot
Ima pull off of the lot
These niggas talkin a lot
We doin somethin
talkin' 'bout nothin' with a flow so disgustin'
Ashtray by me that I gotta dump my guts in
Need substance, feed it to the public
No one gon' touch it
my head high
Finally got my money up them haters talkin down but the salt don't kill a player...
I feel it in the air
cll about money, I get it from
Two4
Niggas talkin' bout the old me
Steady talkin' bout the old me
They be hollin' like they know me
They be actin' like they know me
My nigga Two4
a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talkin' that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you 'bout to see this
a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talkin' that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you 'bout to see this
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