Lyrics:
Fasten my seatbelt in the fast lane
In the studio with the dudes for 100 days
Tatted three 3's on his wrist and them three 5's on my arm
Remember when I
down yeah
Ok now look wha we found
Na na na he ain't making no sound
Naw I'm gone kill him right now
Cuz I bring it in by the pound yeah
I'm poppin I'm
said
Anytime you're here, I'm on one
Overdosed on love, it's awesome
Make me feel great like I'm the top dog
I'ma do you good and take your top off
I'm
(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon' do?) Feel
at least
Or maybe even next year hold a feast on Christmas Eve
I thought by Halloween I'd forgive bats, disease be deceased
It feels been living likes this
and drove away
Then I turned my radio on
And did 50 all the way home
I pulled up in the driveway
Hopped out and slammed the car door
Then go around
one time I stayed home, his party got busted by the popo
It made me so so so so so so happy
He got grounded and the dance was this week (ha)
I never
block radius
Murder rate double, triple, cripple the strip
Like it got hit with a couple of missiles
8 will fly through your door, I'll get in your crib
light
If you move to the right, ill be by your side
Cuz baby your so bad, and you're the one that like
Don't be sad, ya I got nothing to hide
If you
Stepping in multiple land mines
Putting your people on stand by
All because you couldn't stand by
And let it happen
Let a fraction in your whole squad get
Shrieks of Sheiks as they run
Across the movie screen
A thousand sand dune soldiers led
By an Arabian Queen
And the harem girls move like fancy
The box opened, empty, the steps up to your door
Rosetta memories, the heart it pines for more
With the wheel in my hand, I will follow 'round these curves
Now you belittle my career trying
To cut me down
You talk about your high school
Girl like she's still yours
Dude, she's married with a husband now
Our
niggas in her home, her safe zone is like an alley
You know I feel her deeply, but we've got demons that we carry
You know I feel her deeply, but we've
high I know
If the times gone by
Hadn't been so low
The best laid plans
Come apart at the seams
And shatter all my dreams
Sometimes I feel like
Screaming
Sometimes I feel like
Screaming
Close my eyes
It's times like this
My head goes down
And the only thing I know
Is the name of this town
Name of this
so rich now
I bet you feel like a prick now
Coz where's all your fancy shit now
Where's your whips, chicks and your bits now
Shit, you should have
the marsh
Take us right through the doors, c'mon
Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us
Mosh pits outside the oval office
Someone's tryna tell us
Shawty
Shawty
Shawty
Shawty
Twerk on me like dat, yeah, aah
Dance on me like that, yeah
Twerk on me like that, yeah
I feel in love you kuz I know tha
I might go rob all the wealthy
Tryna better my health
I feel like I'm Thomas Shelby
Fuck it I'll do it myself
Start with the strap of my belt
Heard
persevere
Turn your back up on the streets like ain't bout a thing
But I do it for my city wanna make em' all hear
1 2 3 4
Open that door for I cock and load
want this? Help me change, you don't feel me? Why don't you leave
Ho, you feel me, I'm diggin' deep, from behind, I pull out your weave
I'm a gangster,
got to watch my back for them suckers that's out to do harm
Got a tattoo of a list full a partners
that's dead that run all the way down my arm
So If
and nights get cold but that's our silver linin'
Never thought your arms would be my home
But home is meant for findin' ain't it, darlin' I should know
Well
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