Lyrics:
You're nobody, til somebody, kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You can be the shit, flash the fattest five (that's right)
Have the biggest
Intro
Man fuck that
First chorus
Yeah my old bitch dip please I ain’t one to get hurt
Gotta new chick that’ll always out do her
Pull up in
the kitchen
Niggas wouldn't give us the time of the day
Now these niggas on time when they pay
Cause the beat be knocking
And the flow stay rocking
If you ever
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
I'm tired of bein a fuckin day late and a dollar short
And I'm back! All of you rap niggaz hide your mics
I'm ridin, dyin, and I ain't flyin by on them
loved like that
If I could find one of the edges of this page
I would flip to that day
And I'd take it back
At least I think I would
But god, by now
I
again
The super dooper trooper, maneuver of smooth wrapped it
Boo had it, the true jacket, blue patches
Lie those V-Bombers, now I got three commas
By
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
to search me down
I laugh knowin that my stash'll never be found
Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip
Wit a new floss and shiny
, five twenties and a hundred ones
Stashed in a pillowcase, yea that's that rainy day fund
And it ain't much but I got more pillow cases than I got space
city I'm putting you on
What
Let's ride
Roll in the whip homie let's get high
Know what better you can let me drive
Gotta get that bag that'll get me by
that'll get me by
Cuz I came here to win
Killing it man and I'll do it again
If they get in my way then I'm doing them in
While I'm praying cuz all I've
hittin' the curb
By being arrogant, I'm being absurd
Without enlightenment, my vision is blurred
I wanna be new, that'll mean a rebirth
I wanna be new,
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
and OJ by the glass
If we make to the spot, ain't no telling what a nigga on, but Ima be up on that ass
If I offer you the Crown, you a ten, you a 5 Star
hate me, b****es in the head beatin 'em (So)
N****s wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherf***er, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
shed blood
Do you still wanna be a thug?
Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns
The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends
of trauma
Before I started fuckin' with the Glocks it was llamas
I go through a zip a day I smoke more than a rasta
I be smokin' loose leafs you the type
me, "Get em
" and I told him that I got ‘em
And I got ‘em every day, every day
Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way
Never stay
Once I hit it, then
by makin' a 100 every summer
Pullin' up in the hummer can make a nigga so sick
How we constantly come up with hits and steady be gettin' fans
Is
Got the guys in the back that'll ride by me
508 block, where you'll find me
Next up in this game, I just might be
Can't be left in the ground, down now
niggas (woo, woo)
I got a couple niggas that'll let it fly for a couple niggas
That a couple niggas is me, they love me (baow)
'Cause Pop Smoke for
ah)
The Ace of Spades sipper, yay dealer
Pray five times a day, get on the wave, nigga (ayy, ayy, ah)
Baddest bitch you ever seen doin' my braids,
follow me all day
They wanna be just like me
Oh my, why they after my style?
Why they wanna be like me now?
When back then they didn't
Want nothing with me
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