Lyrics:
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
hours
Or not
If immersion in audio hasn't occurred by sixty minutes or less, then I have learned to stop
And shift to other activities
Something
figure?
Always big boy talkin', put yo bread up
A crown by the lil' money, bitch I'm sicker
Stop bullshit be bullshit
These niggas ain't got no money
These
the ones who have had and have not
Trying to tell ya'll I'm the one who thinks thinks that's he's a big shot
Ride the bumper so I fly by and I call that
eyes under lokes staying low and alert
Couple guys by my side bound to thurst for the hurt
Chasing everything I want and getting all that I deserve
You
eyes under lokes staying low and alert
Couple guys by my side bound to thurst for the hurt
Chasing everything I want and getting all that I deserve
You
mine?
Ain't no tellin what I'm gon' be drivin next time
Seven figure nigga, we don't buy the bar no mo' (nah)
Pull up the paperwork, tell the owner he
Whatever that mean, you know old people say it so it sounds right
So I'm standing there embarrassed, if we were both in Paris
I would have grabbed her by
Got a little money from the trap now
Shawties look good wanna mac now
Up to no good when I sat down
Ass round yea I think I needa pat down
Got
to tell what the Puba was about
Love the ladies lovely used to do it on my knees
Certain honey got a problem go see Puba he can ease ya
Here I am, and here
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga?
No socks
[Intro: Desert Eagle]
(Tell me... tell me...)
What would you do? Hillside Scramblers
Loose links, what would you?
Uh, check it, yo, yo, yo
Lock me in the cell
Let me strap on my Converses
Before I drop a dime, tell them people a lie
Swear to God, man
I was nineteen I caught my first case
Red laces big booted like I’m Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by
My cannibal from Sac Town
So relax pal, pat down, gat down, bat down
Blackout
drugs and he's struggling
The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin
But he vexed and niggas getting wet up in the projects
But with
She must think I’m stupid she must think that I’m insane
AYE I WAS IN DA PROJECTS THINKING BOUT A PRIVATE JET
BY THE GREEN LIGHT TOLD ME GO SO I
don't
And you don't and you don't and you don't
And you don't and you don't stop
This feelin' is unmatched
This feelin' is brought to you
By adrenaline
tell by how I'm walking
I won't take a verse that's bummy
Please don't ask for features from me
Vision [Vision] got me rolling rolling
Niggas out here
gain the harder it is
To maintain, bitches playin' games
Niggas snitchin', I ain't saying names
But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang
Lost so
That don't got no business
Being in da business
Thats just how it is
Don't know how to live by da code
So ima have tell these niggas
Really what it
the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my jumper logo look familiar? It's Power (Where is he?)
Yo
the trap
Let 'em raid, we gon' flush, if you snitchin', you get touched
Tell my mama I'm on the run, not givin' a fuck
Who want what? I put a team
You see me in public want pictures
Pussy so good, I might kiss her
Baltimore, I'm the top flipper
The Molly, it does when I slip it
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