Lyrics:
absurd the places I'm at nowadays
Feels like yesterday when we were all playing video games
But the bodies kept dropping now it's just friendly waves
knots i like my dubs all in order, yea
Bad yellow bone look like pikachu
Gee counting out them pinks ooo them 50s smooth
Dopest wit this shit cause every
learnt it from Biggie, yo
And got the chicks
That's why the shit rolled off one video
And I'mma go platinum off number two
And I'm gonna drop another album
Chi
Chilling out with my wifey
As my father designed me
Calling out all of these liars who pretend they cant die see
They fly free of their bodies
Make my own money fuck your help I get my own money
I'm a rare type counting hustle out my zone money
Search for Mrs right need that Google Chrome
the buzzer the roaches would answer the door (who is it?)
I went from boy to man in one night
When I saw my life flash like light from poltergeist
What made
But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.
So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
Written & Composed by Udo Niebergall, Eric Schnecko, Maloy, Heyoka
Published by Peer Music, Beatdisaster Publishing
Video by Tom Dannenberg, Castlewood
to make sure that it's not laced
Damn, I used to hit the block hopin' they see me
Watchin' Video Music Box, sittin' close to the TV
I was inspired by
on the video wit Lil' Wayne 'n' T-Pain
In the back of the hummer truck like switchin' four lanes
Hollin' out woosh boy like money ain't a thang
I gave her
tag team me and shawty share the same belt
It don't really matter if you dig her or you dis her man
Do your boy a favor when you out don't kiss her
Wow
Never really thought I'd write a personal song like this
But here we are
This is my Nate
Enjoy
Do you wanna be a drive by, Little Boy
Fall off
It was a very cold clear fall night
I had a terrible dream
Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my stair case
on the second floor about two
It was a very cold clear fall night
I had a terrible dream
Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my stair case
on the second floor about two
to stop, no
But I know I am done, I've had enough
So fall out of my head, out of my heart
And when you hit the ground
You'll be sorry that I'm not
the videos, I read the magazines
Don't watch award shows, too many faggot scenes
I'm a machine, got a pistol in my loose fist
I'll leave you twisted
just really wanna cash out)
She gone fuck 'til she pass out, fall asleep with her ass out (With her ass out, yeah)
You ain't heard I'm the man now, tell
a flock when we beat road (huh)
Video game man a cheat code (huh)
Dem dead from dem drop
In a the lobby with the squad
Dem ago get cross out, huh
I don't
on my words about my people that fall
We pick em up, boy, we pick em up
Shawty, we pick em up, boy, we pick em up
Shawty, we pick em up in Seattle
she started gettin' thick quick
Did a couple of videos and became Afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids, beads, medallions
She was
she started gettin' thick quick
Did a couple of videos and became Afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids, beads, medallions
She was
What’s happening y’all? It’s
Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the
Dopest emcees, a drum machine
Two turntables
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
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