Lyrics:
And I got the power
My diamonds look wet like they hopped out the shower
They call me BAGG who the fuck is lil Steve
If I hop on the beat then it's
little warts on their finger-tips
Dirty 'n green
Tiny 'n mean
Floppin' around
By the edge of the stream
Frogs with dirty little eyes
Dirty little tongues
about your sugar lips
Got a feeling for you now that's so strong
I'm dreaming of the candy in your finger tips
Baby don't stay away from me for too
should"
But I can't, I'm plagued by vegetarians
No cats and dogs, I'm not a veterinarian
Strictly collard greens and
The occasional steak goes on my plate
get this cake up
Slits on my finger tips
By countin all this paper
Trappin till the morning
So baby don’t you wait up
And you could suck my dick if you
spirit that I'll never go and fold
Speak my truth that be told as they go and buzz me home
Knock knock, it's the clock going tick-tock
Signs tip top, tip
I took a couple wins, but I also took some losses
Money on my mind and I can't get it off my conscience
Baby my heart cold, stone cold, Steve Austin
mozzarella (I chase mozzarella)
Bitch with me she yella spilling ashes on my leather (Uh)
I can see the plot I hope they ready for the twist (They ready)
Whole
I feel it, it's coming
Rain, feel it on my finger tips
Hear it on my window pane
Your love's coming down like
Rain, wash away my sorrow
Take away my
traffic, my heat close
Ain't got no Jobs but i Steve Urk
Oh yeah, yeah, slime
Pain in my eyes, might have to Rinnegan
Keep that burner on my side
Come try
Ya, I mean
You got this way of wrapping me around
You got this way of wrapping me around
Round your finger, ya
Around your finger tips
And I just
the hood I'm on the come up
I started getting bread picking grub up
And I got this .38 spin and the grips all rubber with my finger on the trigger
Every
Throw some money at the haters
Put ya drinks up (get some)
Middle finger in the air if
You don't give a fuck (get some)
Young Money in this bitch look
finger he tipped up his hat
"El Segundo," he said, "my name is Pedro
If you need directions, I'll tell you pronto"
Needed civilization, some sort
finger he tipped up his hat
"El Segundo," he said, "my name is Pedro
If you need directions, I'll tell you pronto"
Needed civilization, some sort
Pillman..
Oh my God
Oh my God
Mr. Steve Austin's out there now, man
What
Without my issue, I don't feel safe
When my issue, do paranoia seem to create
For
robbers
We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Fancy delicatessens, and the world's best
in your finger tips
Baby don't stay away from me for too long
I've been missing you I should be kissing you
Honey to the bee that's you for me
me
And I'll never be lonely
'Cause I have you
And I'll be spending every moment of my day next to you
I need them honey lips them finger tips and your
staircase
Hallucinated my face
Distorted worlds hanging off my finger tips
You hanging off my finger tips, merging into tomorrow
You ain't a problem, so fuck
on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir
Any rumor you heard
the world at the tip of yo finger
Damn, ain't that what we do it for
To put on do your city and for you and yours
And when they tell me not to do it my
out the gym, trap house jump like LeBron
It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange
Call a 16 Montana, 8 a Steve Young, and 4 a Brett Favre
My plug
on the high tip
High tower now I really got pop shh (wooh)
Aaah you think darkness is your ally
You merely adopted the dark
I was born in it
Molded by it
(Uh uh
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