Lyrics:
yeah I gotta make dough
Yeah I gotta do me, fuck a fake show
Now times have changed
I be on my own shit
Fuck a 9 to 5, I be on my own ship
Yeah I gotta
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been
Met a shawty down in Cabo and she a model
Got a villa by the beach, I feel like Pablo
Girl, your best friend choosy
You better follow
I'm just tryna
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
Make a club go nuts without spittin' shit
Crowd go nuts like I'm in the ring
One, two, fuck you, then I'm dippin' quick
It's that
had to go get all our deadz
They entertainin' the thot thot thot thots
I put my trust in the 5 5 5 5
Everyone rattin', they friend told a friend
They
the music
Biz only without the female groupies
As soon as I sat down in the captain's
Office, his exact first words to me were
"Don't fuck with my
Staff!"
I'm on a glide, YG on a 1-2-5
How many times did she wanna ride
That's one bad one right by my side
Said I'm on a glide, YG on a 1-2-5
How many times
wine
Santana d-v-x make you wanna have sex (ooh)
I'm rich bitch! I'm havin' my chips
Get laid all the time, by 70's chicks, uh
Won hella grammies,
seen the fucking sheep
I can't sleep without you right next to me
My girl, My baby
My queen, My lady
I'm stuck here by your side, but you're nowhere near
I done stepped into the booth and I done left without my mind
I'm the one and not the two and I'm on three drugs at a time
You call your brothers
One two one two
One two one two
Homage
One two one two
Got a third eye in my forehead, yo
Listen
Ain't no sunshine without no rain
Ain't no fun time
rifle
There are many like it but this one is mine
My rifle is my best friend
It is my life
I must master it as I must master my life
Without me my rifle
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Ey
Do your thang
Get your bands
You go out
With your friends
Leave at six
Leave at 10
Home by five
Leave again
Leave
Listening to a lot a bit of J5
I'm just tryin to get my vibe right off of the B side
No tellin how many G's Tried
Ended up gettin deep fried
the dopest forever
By kicking lyrics so clever that
No one can do it better (Repeat 5x)
Time is dedicated to say peace to the homeboys
My homie Laylaw, MC
school to summer time and rotate in the holidays
Strangers who don’t know when my son was born I only got him from twelve-noon on Saturdays to five p.m.
ribs, cops shot ya whip
You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid
Crashed cars, still came out without a scar
They tried to keep ya free
something coming over me, without you I might fall
Without you I might fall
Without you I might
What you wanna say cuz now my back against the wall
You was
Numbers I've got by the dozen
Everyone's uncle and cousin
But I can't live without buzzin'
Pennsylvania Six, Five Thousand
I've got a sweety I
[Benzino talking softly]
Niggas want to try and live my life and
Bitches want to try and run my life and (As we proceed!)
Haters want to try
In fact, equal in guilt to the worst of them all
Heard the call at he age of five
But in my heart and mind still conspired to connive
The lord kept me
Five four three two one
Ok I guess you high again
You tell me you love my vibes
You beg me just to sing again
I can tell you really like me
By
one second without your loving
Without you Sunday girl
You only got to reach out
Reach out to taste my loving
Want you so Sunday girl
Oh I really want
to make mistakes.
If five boys in the house say it loud
If five boys in the house check it out.
When I lay upon my bed I reminisce then I wish
That I
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