Lyrics:
muthafucker
Been up in these streets
I was raised by mrs.jeanetta
So lucky gone play for keeps
Got to get it all day nigga 24/7
I'm too loud but I'm silent
All
I wanna see you work it like a top notch pro
J-WESS
Girl get down on the floor
Girl get girl get down on the floor
Girl girl get
Girl get down
I wanna see you work it like a top notch pro
J-WESS
Girl get down on the floor
Girl get girl get down on the floor
Girl girl get
Girl get down
understand why
Just cheer up, my brother, live in the sunshine
We'll understand it all by and by
Yes, we will
Sister Morgan
When we see Jesus coming
the Smif-N-Wess', and to ya head and squeeze it
Kill all the beef, and send you to meet Jesus
Say y'all, rappers, can hate on
Waiting on my down fall, mad cause we
got it cracked
All we do is dollar stack, get twisted like bottlecaps
While you on the block getting indicted
We island hopping, globe trotting
panties on and she rocking see thru stockings,
Ah take ma top off she take her top off,
Windows tinted up wishing you can see it all,
R.I.P Tis wishing she
paid? You wanna get laid?
Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways
Live your life in an ill real way
Got 6 rides in your little drive-way
You get mad puff-lie all day
slangin rocks
and holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get props
You gotta split a top, on the regular
or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your
Told my bitch I'm on the way, be ready by 8 (come on)
Can you have some breakfast ready when I wake (Yeah)
And if the feds give it to you, what you gone
a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs
My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins
I made a pact with the Devil that says "I'll let you
the fuckin' rain
Now we gettin' paid
Now we gettin' gains
Now we drinkin' champagne on them rainy days
Did it by myself
I told 'em fuck a raise
On my way
the record I'm a peddler
Of so many useful tools
Enough, you could never get of
Good hot, even better when it cools
We about to melt why'all nigga's
grinding, y'all niggaz know what we do
We get it in with the Murderland, Chi-town too
Hit you up, something nice 'til the death of Yakub
Swagger stuck on ya
can't tell what's real anymore cause I be surrounded by fake
I can't sit and just wait man I gotta get goin
All this ice on my neck I walk out it start
stingy wit they money
Why do you be in the club, you make it harder for a thug
That be spending all they money, popping bottles, smoking bud
You know
got horses
The pint we drink, it costs a mortgage
Flow so dope, man, you can't copy
You can't bite it, you can't forge it
I got bars with more in
ever
Creep to the deep
Everybody just wanna get paid
Everybody just wanna get paid
Just when you think you got it made
Everybody wanna get paid
When I
like stankin and shit
shits just stankin all up in this muthafucka
Its what I do best, please don't test
or you might find a Smith and Wess, god bless
Like that was the same, uh
They build up the niggas then they
Wash em away with a bucket of fame
All that you knew and your roots in the drain
for
Everything paid in full
Brand new Range Rover
G5 by the swimming pool
I went from broke and out of touch
Now all that I touch is made of gold
Every
One Time, Uh
We done been in the cold too many nights man.
February nights and I’m wearin' all black
Get betrayed by the people that I came wit fall
you see this shit, fuck how you feeling
I'm too fye with this shit
Just get high, write some rhymes
Watch you vibe to this shit
Why you kill it, don't
once again
Kilon gain
I dey my lane
Dey your lane
Day by day
Getting paid
I'm getting paid
Getting paid
It's Kasty baby
Rexx on the beat
You already know
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