Lyrics:
booking all this studio time, dawg I need that cake
So tell me what you know about having a vision
My dreams coming to fruition, I'm paying my sisters'
booking all this studio time, dawg I need that cake
So tell me what you know about having a vision
My dreams coming to fruition, I'm paying my sisters'
the morning
Let me tell you about a little light story
About a girl that I met by the quarry
A lotta layers and she got a lot for me
She telling me, let's go
about you and me
Let's talking about popping bub
And making love
Get you right get you straight
Have you like you never ever felt this way
Drinks alright
the panties is laces
But first we pop the cranberry bub by the cases
Homie just face it she love ta taste it
She wanna get me wasted it
Just ta give me a face
'cause most of these
Rappin' niggas gon' want a cup
You never seen me buddied up with
Niggas ain't the same cloth
Takin' pics, huggin' up
Tellin' stories
in my trap now you seein' dragons
I'm tellin' stories bout whole hood life
My dreams overseas I wanna make it
I'm chasin the money don't come up to my
in my trap now you seein' dragons
I'm tellin' stories bout whole hood life
My dreams overseas I wanna make it
I'm chasin the money don't come up to my
[Puff Daddy]
Uh-huh, uh, yeah
What you say? C'mon, yeah
Uh-huh... uh
Now here's a little story, about a girl, with a Big Ole Butt
A-huh, yeah, I
tellin' mine
But I might got a lick for yours
When I'm sellin' mine
Uh, don't fuck with the split
Then never mind a nigga once told me the
Same and he fell
me
Shit!
I just got a call from my big homie
Word around town heard a nigga
Got a brick on me
Nigga must think i'm a lick homie
He ain't eve know I
obtuse
But some distort, tellin' stories like Mother The Goose
My true fam's is David J back since with Vince Mason
We'll draw on three, leave that body
N****s, b****es
Gather 'round
I got a story to tell
Hear this, hear this
Get the whole world
The Swatch bred
Thoroughbred, shockingly took
trying to be all I can be
Ohhahhoahh, yeah
Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's
really bad, no I'm Michael Jackson Bad
(Hee-hee!)
Kinda glad, took this long to get it through my big 'ol head
Now go by as Thriller man, BPM killa man
I'll be there in the mornin'
Can't you see I'm tellin' stories
My sweet angel's everlasting true love ways
I'll wait I sow the seed
I set
from the dark
Surrounded by demons
Young nigga got popped
Off top he skeeted
Ghost in the black Hellcat
I'm speeding
All facts no cap it's open season
"I'm not tellin' no sass.
I didn't shoot Johnny in the first degree.
I shot him in his big black ass.
He was my man.
He was doin' me wrong."
The judge
tellin' me don't run the streets
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the mornin', by sunrise I'll be gone
for my mammy
Running through this track
Like um bout to pull a hammy
And if you don't know this story
Then you cannot call me Danny
Unless
I'm making
pass me by
Watchin' you out of the corner of my eye
With a big booty and them healthy thighs
Let a nigga get a lil' piece of that pie
You ain't all
ready ether bruh
I hear 'em tellin me I gotta speed it up (so let's speed it up)
In case you ain't notice we come with no notice
Y'all probably should go
Plus downin' bottles of bub like it was ice tea, only bottles & up
That's if you like me, you got keys [unverified]
Fellin' lucky like a Celtics clover,
Cause in this world we live together but divided by a chalk line
You wanted to hear my life story well I told you
Maybe there's answers to my question in
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