Lyrics:
And we'll have to keep it up all night
In spite of the moaning
So I can wear 'em out
Before work in the morning
By now my little secret will
Have grown
tight dress, man I love it when you wear that
She's dressed to kill, she's a queen for real
She can do it on Bond Street, she can do it on Fairfax
clap
When I pull up to the spot it's a lituation
Walk in the party no invitation
I be all in the middle just Harlem shaking
Center of attention that
of New Orleans
Took a golf cart to the Baccarat from the Waldorf
What was on the wall? That depend on what you call art
I'ma say 300k ain't even in
fire
And I puff til its gone, boy I'mma a rider
Strap up 'cause its on
What!!....Nigga thinks its cool to not wear a vest no mo'
Boy in this war,
will get offended
My prime is with my presence
Mine gets all the credit
Rewind that for a second
That line wasn’t impressive
Find what I’ve suggested
I can tell by what she tweet
She told me that nigga cheat, we on FaceTime twice a week
She told me, that nigga got some bands, all a nigga wear is
He grabbed me by my neck and said, "Here's what we'll do.
We gotta lotta work here, me and you.
The souls of your friends you and I will claim.
You've
Yo
Yo, Drew and Inf', did this, this right here is crazy
I feel big, you know what I mean?
Like not-not big in the sense of weight, you know what
there's no one around
This is the man that nobody sees
He wears my old clothes and he looks just like me
And if he learned how to fly he'd never touch
, you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
, you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
in a world of pirhanas.
if you can't beat 'em, cheat 'em.
guess what end of the stick I'm on.
ask yourself, when will he be seen on each and every
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to be myself around so many people that don't
know me that well, so I try to blend in
Be free
Be free to do what I want, what I say
Always come
Hey, look out for my glass up there man
That's my drink man that's my drink alright
Somebody has to sing a song somebody will sing song (make it
thermals they couldnt fit i that
If you a rat you couldnt stand by me, just to get inside the club i use my mans ID
I was a young nigga, all the thug niggas
Alchemist you know me man
I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio
Soon as I hear the track, you know what I'm
at
Such a dark night, dressed in all black
There's not too many options
I'm scrap club, you're just average
You can do what I do, but I do it better
Stand
got the shit in the stores
I'm like a nigga that borrow clothes
Bitch, I'm tryin to get in ya draws
Man I'll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids
Monstars
Hashtag live rich, cheaque was just docked hard
Man, that's just the life that I live
I got this mic in my crib and I don't like where i live
You
for those dressed in silk
And satisfy the fiends who be dressed in jeans
[Regina Hall]
Sadat X, would you say that you're the hardest working
mechanic hands
On a whim looking for trim, out in Berlin
This bitch shine, rather sublime, prime Sterling
Rap Merlin, well equipped sneaking gin till it's
posted by the exit
That's my man, he's the owner, yeah he be on some next shit
Said we'll make a few million by the next millenium
Told me to keep
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