Lyrics:
and love doing bids
Unemployment lines, mexicans'll work for nothing
You pray with 'em but you don't who that priest been touching
Liquor stores, strip
Raise a toast
Came this far
I could just cool on the rocks like a brandy
All of this shade
Never was a glass house guy
But I keep stones by cause
the weather's changing
Yea I see what you did with that tan
When you step out the house it's a brighter day
Cause the way that you fit in them pants
You see me
my mission, never cease no doubt
You can hate it you can love it, but you can't stop my route
I be reppin' to the fullest Dope House, ride or die
throw in a DVD!
We can save the world this Christmas time by giving it all away
Even if it's more than you can pay
It's a tax write oooooff!
Is there
I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's
Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more
up
Take a puff
That's what's up
Cause if bitch play me like a DVD
Kick her to the curb I'll see you B
I just be
I just be
I just be
I just be
Posted in
dance soon
Then I go impress myself with other kinds of damn tunes
Diss my friends with your mouth, Imma man the harpoons
Oh, shit, you know how it is
That's how it starts
We go back to your house
You check the charts
And start to figure it out
And if it's crowded, then all the better
Because
Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It
grew up to blur the boundary between myself and the actual churning dirt of this place, that it feels normal to me to speak with the voice of weather
the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet
By the sea, Mr. Todd, oh, I know you'd love it
You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone
In a house what we'd almost
comparison
What you gon' compare
Some Smack DVD appearances?
Ding ding ding 15 seconds of fame is up
Was in them hotels with R kelly
We should flame you up
it
Got a message from God heaven too crowded
But I say hey young world you've never looked betta'
And I heard change start with man in the mirror
(Tony)
Born with a triple
then you born with a silver spoon, hm
I seen your lil' drip, kiddie pool
Field guard tennis shoes, all in my livin' room
in that kitchen
She beatin pots
Its going down
You know she whippin
Wish it was different
But I know she with me
And Nowadays
These niggas tryna kick
with Gucci bags
You pull up in a body bag
Not too fast you ain't goin nowhere
Movin too fast i'll be a millionare
I'm back and better
Sip Fiji
New Gucci
When I go with Loba to the black market
Coppin' all your loot
Thank you for the gifts
Then I'll tear a Wraith, rift and take a lift
By the time you
My entire life is a comedown
Bring your boyfriend to my show and
Stay for the smackdown, I'm mad now
We show up at your house and with no invitation
and love doing bids
Unemployment lines, mexicans'll work for nothing
You pray with 'em but you don't who that priest been touching
Liquor stores, strip
combined
I hope that your parents don't mind
Pull up with a lamb by your house some time
Always have love for you under the weather
Maybe in the future we'll
I'm stuck living out that night again
I'm not falling apart
Weather on a sunny day
Time slows down; I wish you'd stay
Pass me by in crowded, dark
on the motherfucking block
You forgot Cash Rule, nigga? Toss seven figures
He pull a trigger to make that account, get bigger
Had babies to feed, kept a bitch with
Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think
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