Lyrics:
dicks, now
We movin on up in da world like elevators
Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two
Me and you like Tony Toni Tone
Like this Eastpointe and we
Slippin-n-Slide, how you ride?
You get yo head cracked open, when SS start collide
Whoa now, ay hold up boy, ain't no thang
To get off tha chain and steal ya
to go my way
I've grown fond of your lovin
And I'm hopin' that you'll stay
I don't deserve you
And honey, that ain't no lie
I'm just an ordinary guy
You
Nigga long live bra, I put everything on Q, it shouldn't even be on you
I was highed up, worried about these bitches, I broke your rule number two
you got me bit I'm coming as ebit
Got on big hoes at Freaknit frequently your telling me
Won and worn your rockets, so, he ain't put no scratch in
veddy and there ain't no gettin' rid of me
Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me, unless you
strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And thats how it went
When we were kids
[Ludacris]
I had a Long John but no Silver
No gold
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
feel the same
See I’ve been wonderin’ (wonderin’)
Why this ain’t Workin’ (Workin’)
All the good times we had, it’s past
No more good lovin (lovin’)
Huh
of
People that's lovin' the hardest stuff ain't no charted (Pleasies) (Chuh)
Like I never got signed (Woah)
Not a one, not a two but three times (Chuh)
of dead president heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead president heads on mountains
How we ain't gon' make it?
You know what
I went from
sound all in your section
No question
The Scienz of Life, don't confuse it
Aiyyo if it don't sound right than it ain't music
*indistinct chatter by
or LeBron James? They said
"Woah don't get caught up in the hype"
Ain't no tellin' they gon'
Love you after tonight
Well if tonight's the night, pop bottles
"Ain't no man scream like Prince"
And I was like, "That's fucking awesome"
GQ: Your dad had left when you were 6
So your mom raised you on her own
Frank
quite
Difficult to be with Tech, ain't a dame this tight
Or is it?
You gotta live it
To give it
I'm giving you me
If you wanna quit it
I dig it
(go live your life)
No, I'm not dumb, no, yeah
But where I'm from, you get shot sixty times, yeah (brrt)
I spend a hunnid, I can't drop a diamond,
the applause if you ain't live the anguish
You and your vision up at three am
Two hours of sleep before you clocking in
Then you right back, cuz the grind truly
some binoculars (blind)
We been through so many obstacles (obstacles)
If it ain't 'bout money, can't talk to you (talk to you)
I had no choice to get
Ask around about her
She don't get emotional
Kill off all her feelings
That's why she ain't approachable
She know her pussy got a fan base (no
I remember yet before we met
When every night & day I had to live the life of a lonely one
I remember meeting you
Discovering love could be so
I was thinkin' 'bout you so hard
that I couldn't help but to pick up the phone
And I just had to call ya
I'm lovin' how you look and how you
some soup (Pussy)
You don't fuck with the skins, nigga
You ain't in the loop
Damn, niggas only tough with they crew
(Bitch)
Niggas want my spot but can't
nails done
Real pretty by plenty of Asians
And I keep two niggas
With dark brown cue figures body real tight
Them don't be lovin' no crew niggas
You keeps
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
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