Lyrics:
Man, she had 3 missin' teeth when she smiled at me and said you ready for the time of your life?
I been tippin' back brewskies
Sippin' on Baileys
subliminal amusement games
I'll keep producin' my tunes, never losin' faith
I'm at the point where I avoid this drama spreading
Either you feed into this shit
to the floor
Back up and then drop
Effervescent time
Time's of the essence
Make 'em undress in
Less than three seconds
So whores keep steppin'
Whores keep
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
Guybrush
Mai-tai type of pirates
Point and click upon your lighters
Slap em back if they're too near
Slam em back like a root beer
Sprout you out with
fall in love with me
I got my four fingers all up in the air
She back it up while I pull her by the hair
I had a long week I don't really care
Been
So just shout him when you need that
Big back had to pree that
Have to catch a whine like I need that
Your looking on point that's my feed back
She
Aye, whatever works for you works for me
I said whatever work for you gon work for me
So if you do the two I'll do the three
But if you do too much I
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
three bands
Now I'm the one everyone call on
'cause I got deep pants
Bro told me the way to beat the
Game is on the defense and
Never fazed by names that
another day of workin
My boss is on my back and I'm about to go berserkin
Catch a fit money grip 'cause pumpin gas is a bitch way
Niggas be ridin by my job
Yeah
Aye
Both lungs full of good throttle
Three point five with a cognac bottle
Hell of a night never need no sleep
Money spin the world she can't gimme
from
The 3 point line shoot you like curry
You smoking that Reggie my
Glock always ready I'm
Rocking the fetti we aim at you steady
As we crashing your
of the fiends, and- (what? What?)
That was back in the day
Now we involved in legitimate business, baby, we came a long way
Sometimes I hop on the road by
[Verse 3: Boobonic]
I'm starting wit the man in the mirror
Mask need to make that change
That real doe, that point something paper
Like a 4.6
four-point, four-point-eight)
What did it start off at?
Three hundred thousand dollars
So it's at $4.8 million?
Yeah
Cash
Ayo, Hit-Boy
I think it's
If I had the magical powers
To redo all the things, most people have written
And if I had those powers, to bring you back here again
I'm
the money then you're wasting my time
Heated three-five-seven full of bullets so rise
Bulb three point five full of crystal and ice
You heard my old shit
(uh-huh)
Boujee bitch with pornstar tendencies (my favorite kind)
I put her on a plane to come and visit me (yeah)
Got time for her to go back, she didn't
waiting in line they gotta have
Last night was the first night I got sleep
Tossing and turning for two or three weeks
My nightmares are triggered by
that P
P-funk got me goin', ho, I'm blowin' on Montana pack
Blunt just put me under but that snizow put me back on track
Bustas blinded by my smoke,
a murder after midnight
(There's gonna be a killin after midnight)
(You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic)
Say what?
3 or 4 minutes
In 2 perspectives, 1 in 4k, 2nd in 1080
So let me step back, collect my thoughts and start painting
A image that couldn't be duplicated by a copycat
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