Lyrics:
Walking down 5th Avenue with money in my jeans
Turn to walk 48th Street where Manny's used to be
I see the lights of Time Square people side by side
just pass them by
Lights getting blurry
I'm blue in my black Jersey
Got a show in New Jersey
Can't stop crying
Please don't worry
I been doing great fine
girl.
Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches)
I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you
and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody
nothing left under my chest
The streets empty 'round 5 o'clock
Driving by the cops
Low key microscopic 'till the eyes that watch
Everything a hustle when
I been flying around the world
Like I got some time to kill
I don’t work no 9 to 5
Cause my hustle pay the Bills
I kiss and tell no tales
Yeah bet I
Ain't Cool
Tell Me What Would I Do Without You (4x)
[Master P]
Ugh..
Ain't No Woman Like My Momma (5x)
that's Why I Love My Momma
keep a tinny for survival
When the five-o, roll by in the one-three-five I blast my rivals
One-Twenty K, down the motorway
Speeding ticket from these
Living without you
Living without you
Living without you
I'm not getting used to it
Not having you in my bed
I just fucking miss you
Not a day goes
you see (You see)
I bet my haters can't breathe
Nigga, don't even compare to me (Nah)
Street niggas, we rare, unique (We rare)
We can fuck 'em by
way, you better go all out
Fool, you better go all out
Keep goin' all out
All my niggas goin' all out
Without a motherfuckin' doubt
Ayy, you
way, you better go all out
Fool, you better go all out
Keep goin' all out
All my niggas goin' all out
Without a motherfuckin' doubt
Ayy, you
Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me
on paper-round
I'm wide-eyed, my time flies, I sit here and make a sound
2020 kind of breezing by
And 2015 ain't as close as 2025
So I lie here, chilling, looking
rapper
Who swears he's makin' records
That's what they said whenever
I would walk by i never tripped though
Always kept my head up high
Eventually I knew
pistol, forty-five
My weed miss you, these weak bitches horrified, glorified
Bitch you better get your story right
Or disappear, vamoose, Papoose
That's
peers
Yeah I want some, it's no guessing game, but god damn
I'ma hunt dumb by not pressing play just yet
'Til I've got that check and I'm on my jet today
WORLD FOR THE TAKING
SITTING BY THE WATER
ONES ON THE FIVES
FIVES ON THE TENS
YOU KNOW THE VIBES
MY MIND ON A BENZ
WAS ALONE IN THIS WORLD
NOW IM
Hey, mm
We got forty-five bitches just livin' it up
Been too damn long without a sip of my cup
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough,
a killer like 5g, I don’t like feisty
Bitch don’t be wasting my time please kindly
Return all of the love that I gave you, without me no one coulda made you
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
Got lyrics in my head
Can back it up with flow
Alliteration's how I said it
Embedded by more dope
My thoughts have meaning
But lack cause
Need
you and your crew, that's helpless
You saw that X5, that's me outside
I know you, kinda seem so confused
You can't understand how my diamonds sing blue
to creep through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolve
With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5
Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready
Banana, pajama, I steer clear of marijuana
I used to play piano and then I started to sing
But fuck an opera class, that just wasn't my thing
Wear my $5 Tan
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