Lyrics:
as a whole
It's healthy like the Boy
Better Know tee business j's my witness
I'm a musician, ask Skepta
Three of us talk, then we make a decision
You know me I
fills
20 inch wide, 20 inche high
Ho, don't you like my 20 inch ride?
20 inch thighs make 20inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass
and I'll hit you that body work
Give yo' ass that body work nigga we spraying
Ride wit three K's and I ain't talking bout the Klan
This ain't no arcade,
niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go through 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G and said "what's up for later?"
I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed
don't)
We be throwing down like Muhammad
Niggas don't be knowing we
Be flyin' like comets slick with the tongue
Word out to mouth vomit
Masters
before the hive let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party (Woo!)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi
against death
I hope when I make it
You’re living
Cause even though a lot of times
We ain’t eye to eye
Times flying by
& I don’t know
When Ima die
& I just
(Change of plans)
We got certified freaks and they tryna go dance
(Get down, get down)
Like a, Sugababe or a Pussycat Doll
Don't ya wanna go get hot girl
Tossing a your bitch you slip we hit now we tossing a clips
Bossing and shit next thing I'm bubling and cavi
cause if the cold world air maxs
All the dubs
bullets slangin
we love that bangin
so look here mayn Don't come here wit that bullness
cause if you start to actin hard I'm gon have to pull this
a full
the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin' to leave in
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg
albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and pimp a hoe
It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'll never be another broke-ass nigga
We got top-notch
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
can't keep ya poise
Cause we smoking by the oz
You can feel it in the back like
Marching straight from past
Martian 'til you crash
Pumped out to the Max
Put the snug to it uniform
Don't make me clank the nose like a unicorn (get it?)
You've been on for a couple, don't diss the forefathers
Your mom
you can hear that boom
Mayn I'mma pop bout, two three X
And drop my drawas, and take this chewing
See in that M Town, we snort that blow
Turn around
Three bad bitches and me, now we four deep
Loud in the air, livin' life without a care
To the hood where it's good, where we creepin' like a snail
Real
missippi counting down till you die
I've got three killers and we’re about to come alive
Three weeks can really fly by, I need some more free time
Making
fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
died there, don't live there
You looked at me and laughed, you ain't care
I remember we recorded "I'm A Coke Boy"
You lit the city up
I told you get that
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