Lyrics:
I keep it fresh (keep it fresh)
I keep it fly (keep it fly)
Make em look everytime we walk by (walk by)
They be lovin what I do
Cause I keep em with
compete
Then we got AP, he a G on them keys
When he not in the stu, you can catch him on the green (Four)
Makin these hits over by the sea
Maybe you asking
with her head by her feet
Another day another bitch another mission complete
Playing around with all these different physiques
My ego is big i like these
to get richer
See wealth's a social construct, and I'm a solid kisser
They call me the mountain man (yup)
I'm a human blunt-blowing beer can yup
Always
bout a opp (Blrrrrrrd)
I been laidback they been tellin me drop
(No Cap)
if yeen shoppin den come back tommar
(Yup)
she say she broke dropped ha off
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
the impossible, and then I did it twice
Young!
Young HO, fresh from Italy
Trip financed by my best ability
Same one helped me in extra realty
For my mom, for my
a backpack full of blue boys (stacks)
On the way to Eliantte in New York (yup)
Man, I got a trunk full of blue boys (yup)
Ridin' through The Bay, bumpin'
in NY
I'll send you an invite
You gon' need you a pass
That's the code that we live by
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful
you got that good good, I already know
Tell it by your size, I know you a dancer
Rein-derriere, I'ma call you Prancer
Booty paparazzi, pose for
new artist with a old school deal. (yeah!)
Taught the game by Steve Lobell (yup!)
So we always win, don't receive no L's (nah!)
New girls act like
by these girls with their useless shit
So if you got a problem write it on a piece of paper
And shove it up your ass I probably wouldn't read it later
don't have to phone honey come on in" - female singer
That's my baby girl, she gon' ride out with me in this crazy world, yup
"I'll be here, when you
čo robia, čo chcu
Prečo by to jebalo teba
Áno, chceme byť sell out
Ty nie lebo nemáš čo predať
MR je v dome motherfuckers, poďme yeah, yeah
Yeah
Step
On my (What that deuce like?)
Ayy, wait, look, yeah (Wow, okay)
Yeah
Bread of the Lamb and I'm ready to eat, eat
(Eat, eat)
I got an attitude, yup
Yup, that's just the shit that we do
Yup, that's just the shit that we do
Turn radio off, but we still gone pop
Champagne bottles, yea we still gone pop
Like Goldilocks on porridge
Everything I drop gets picked up by the maid
Everything you drop
Sit's on the floor for days
It's official, bitches mc
Aye, yo, uh
Back in the day, I was too scared to move, I couldn't get in groove
I was influenced by other people's moods, and I had to choose
Follow
d*ck she so childish yup
Looking at her body she on fire yup
Shawty she's a dime she gets me higher yup
Either way she gon ride for me
She keep me
Drum
Drive by the church, take the road to your left and look for a fading sign
Leave your car by the lake, walk an hour and a half on the path that
right by my side
That's my baby and she down to ride
That's my baby and she down to ride
Cruising thru the world a nice one done caught my eyes
Was
(Yup)
My thoughts should get sung by choirs
(Yup)
A pathological liar
But the truth from you’s required
If there’s a God
She’s a woman
The proof comes out
ain't the same
As I call this a re-awakening
Every chance I'm takin' it (Yup)
Speak it, spoke it, then spaken it (Yup, yup)
Grippin' my palms and praying
Yeah yeah yeah
Yup yup yup
I never thought I'd be on some shit like this before but
Fuck it am I right
I'm right
Yeah yeah yeah
Cigarette ash type
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