Lyrics:
window, spray di bed
Dis man a real bad man
Blood run out di body till
Di body have no red walk by
Drive by if a snow mi gwon sled
Through mi sey baby pussy
dollar bills and drug deals by the mayor
Controls the people livin' legal
Sit back and chill, until time will reveal
Two thousand and one holy men with
might
And on my way home I thought I saw you walk by
If only I could get you out of my mind
What in the world am I gonna do about you
Oh your
the bills, dressed to kill
Murder
Murder style
Murder style
A black guy on Howard Beach
A boy lay bleedin from his head to his feet
The police writin
like Bill Wilkins, this is my house
No dirty cops, I stand my ground
You can't come in, you ain't ready for the house
Come up in here, make it August
Walk through this mother land
These times fly by
So many times I’ve died
I’ve came back to life
Stay wit me tonight
Yeah Tuck me in
Yeah
Sing me
don't care what other niggas think
Call her by her last name when she walk into the bank
My chick bad and she know it
If you love your girl then cuff her
You know my name
Who's that guy?
It's Mani
(Diggity)
Dots
Girls walk by they say
It's Mani
(Diggity)
Dots
He's so fly
It's Mani
(Diggity)
Dots
You
c-C-CorMill
Now she won't pick up the phone
I’m tripping can't even walk
I did and he ain't talk
I can't even trust a nigga
Can't leave the house without my
That’s that boy Dirty can tell by his walk
Rich nigga mind you can tell when I talk
Imma just hop in the booth and go off
And give all to my fam I don’t
in a cubicle
So I sit back on my legs
Imma count another am
Think my shit tapped by the fakes
Bills blue, leave these hoes on read
Leave em', uh oooh
i walk into Gucci
and tell them dress me for the weather
Whatever you do I do better
God of the wave a trendsetter
What is my name? Water
What
Roll and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing late
pants
Walk out the club and throw up your hands
Tired of being disrespected by her man
Think this shit ain't right for you
Niggaz been yellin all
bills, dividends
So pull it outcha pocket dollar bills, twenty twens
I show out cause I know doubt just like the phrase "then again?"
This is prosperity
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
down the street, and I'm lookin fly-hy
I'm lookin fly
Walk on by
Walk on by
Trick Daddy
Yes sir
I wear my pants hanging off
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
cocked
A Santana rock
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (that's my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now
My
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
don't give a fuck
You sleep on the floor
Say grounded, surrounded by everything you need
How is the world's breath as cold and painful as a need, LE
prayed high
Time flyin' way by buy
Walkin' with some new drip
Young nigga he stay fly
Baby why so shy
I know that you lovin' me
Every time we walk thru
She
by some caps ah
See me shining all my teeth stay gold
Like pony boy motherfucker walk with big bank rolls
Swerving in a Mercedes this ain't no lease I
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