Lyrics:
Well, I am the son of the wild, wild west
And I know the earth is black
So I was sailing my prairie schooner one day
when I fell off the edge of the map
to fame
But don't drink dish
Petty lame
Brita
Think bliss
Fit the frame
Sink big
Did it sang
When I rang in
Titty's
Tamed to a tight waist
Booty wild
roars a mighty furnace now to fight for Uncle Sam
Spawned upon the King Columbia by the big Grand Coulee Dam
In the misty crystal glitter of that wild
Comes a-rumbling down the canyon to meet that salty tide
Of the wide Pacific Ocean where the sun sets in the west
And the big Grand Coulee country in
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
Peace & Love & Hungryness
Big Dreamz & Changpaine
On the west side on the new connect
Living my best life
A life
Trifi OG Get me high
Pictuer me rollin
half thug
Half crazy, half hazey puffin on them drugs
Half dizzy, half sizzy, sippin' on syzurp
Half rich, 'cause you know ya girls a hustla'
I got
Something about the West coast...
Shhh... don't tell nobody
Something about the West coast
It makes me want to ride
Shake it Westside
Throw ya hands
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
chancing disaster,
Time alone will show.
Poor little rich girl,
You're a bewitched girl,
Better take care.
Laughing at danger,
Virtue a stranger,
(really rich)
YSL, lil' bitch, we loaded (slatt)
Vibe with some views of the ocean (vibes)
Drivin' the coupe like it's stolen (skrrt)
East to the west
of the show
Bands on the floor Drac By The Door yehhh I'm ready to let that bitch blow
How they gon do me now
I got some Raccs & A glocc n my Louie pouch
Rich
it'd spit right
Niggaz I'm number one I can't settle for less
Hands down I'm the hottest young thug on the West
Niggaz sayin' I'm the balla back when his
it'd spit right
Niggaz I'm number one I can't settle for less
Hands down I'm the hottest young thug on the West
Niggaz sayin' I'm the balla back when his
high
East Coast you get high
West Coast you get high
now my man named Sex he be high
Charles too he be high
to my man Big Tiz he be high
Niggas
Yeah
West Coast, every time, big-up
To the Death Row posse
Lawd
'Nuff respect
Just cool, nuh bodda come 'ya wit' yuh violence
Death Row ah guh muk
champion weh mi born Jamaica
Big mansions real estate thousand acre
Multimillion dollar corporation INC incorporations
NFL money rich NBA mi have money inna
tryna creep on some shit
We was jumping fences wasn't tryna get rich
Tryna get it better work it day by day
Tryna erase my past but it won't go away
I
show out
Rock a choppa, ain’t rockin’ a bowtie
Hundred ‘lil bitches gon’ go wild, that’s why a nigga don’t go out
I’m a real southside baby, that’s why
Like that buy that 24's ride that
Ladies, Gentlemen
Gangstas, Pimps
Mammas, Daddy's
Stunnas, Shiners
I'm rich bitch, I'm a real Big Tymer
King
really busy
Hit the E-Way, do the dash, now I'm in Liberty City
In the Wild Wild West, boy, you gotta keep a glizzy
Sellin' Za by the 3-5, goin' for the 60
will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD: You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your
bottoms, sons
You on that bullshit and Im just tryna get rich
Fuck the bullshit we just tryna get rich
Yea yea yea yea
Uh uh uh uhhh
You on that bullshit and Im
Yeah mane, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song, man
Like a damn rapper
Ah man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn
In '09,
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