1. |
Antidote
03:37
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[Intro]
This nigga Korey said dropping jewels like the chain broke, nahmsayin'.That's all I really wanna do
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
I had a lot of role models, old niggas, doctors, dope dealers
It's funny cause it was the same thing to me
Cause money was the main thing we was trained to reach
Same thing they get paid a month, mothafucka I get paid a week
And I done had all kind of hoes, different girls from A to Z
My car is switching every day of the week, Yours can't get you from A to B
Without breaking down, locking up, I don't know no hoes that I can trust
That Polo on or Nautica, selling the phones was not enough
Roll the dice until we out of luck
Because coming from the bottom to the top is rough
The government be giving not a fuck
And neither should you, you got a crew and your crew is tough
Nobody will fall cause everyone will be each other's crutch
You lean on me, I lean on you, nigga I hold you up
Toothpick Clique or bust your head with a brick
Girl, I see you on top of me, just ride it like a jockey
She soaking wet, musta not known who you was stroking with
The coldest sex from the twenty-something, sort of older vets
[Hook: Brandun & Michael]
A wise old soul once told me "son come ask me what you wanna know"
These words won't last, this lifestyle's bad, this piece of mind the antidote
Gotta get that paper doe, gotta get that paper doe
Gotta get that paper doe, gotta get that paper
The world won't end, it's still gon' spin, some niggas will but we won't
Cause see I care, I wanna share, with you my mind the antidote
Gotta get that paper doe, gotta get that paper doe
Gotta get that paper doe, gotta get that paper
[Verse 2: Michael]
We be the lords, god, get a picture of him baby
In that Porsche Boxster, driving like he crazy
We be the lords, got hoes wanna have his baby
So of course I'm, smashing on the daily
And I got bands on top of bands, popping molly with my white friends
Sip a Tropicana, OJ and I'm okay
Now that AC feeling crazy coming up out of them vents
Dark shades, they be adding that tint, whole time we was tryna invent
While they bit, you can't prevent what's 'posed to happen, it's meant
Don't let me find out you sold your soul for the smallest percent
You sold your soul just for some gold and got a heart of cement
Oh yes, and we be kicking them hoes out that y'all kept
I'm keeping records of them plain broads y'all press
I guess this success is dependent on
Less of the stress, getting more of the women though
I'm gon' show you niggas how to progress and get along
[Hook]
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2. |
Chill
02:40
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[Verse 1: Like]
She told me
She don't like the way yo breath smell
Bluetooth in the club and it's Nextel
Tattoos on yo neck with yo ex spelled
She's an S Class, you an XL - Hyundai
You told her that you sex well - funnay
If this was school, you'd be expelled - Monday
Someday, maybe you'll get a clear view
She just wanna dance, she don't wanna hear you
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Ah, that's dope, them pants cuffs was a nice touch
You going to the award show with a white tux
Dog, you hyped up? You hype, man? For who now?
You say y'all niggas threw down, the bitches want you now?
You was a substitute alternate second string
Background back-up dancer for Dru Hill
Man, that's cool I'mma be right back
So stay right here and keep on track
And you got that...
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks x2]
Homeboy, chill, don't be so rough
You can holler at a girl 'til she go deaf
But, you ain't, saying, nothing, man
Don't, hold, yo, breath
[Verse 3: Like]
Spot her with her friends and you try and impose so you buy her a rose
But she already know you be lying to hoes
Plus, you ain't fresh, you don't iron ya clothes
With ya work boots on, where you buy 'em, from Lowes?
She tryna get chose, but her standards too high and you high in the lows
She got a shovel out, tryna get gold
She from Chi-Town, yep she tryna get Rose
[Verse 4: Sir Michael Rocks]
Ay - you ain't see how she gave him the slip
Thought he had it in the bag but he losing his grip
Took a hand up on her hip and she took it and put it back
Yea, he got the iPhone but his screen cracked
Who gave you that? Your bait is jacked
And your hairline look like a rainbow
You know the whole game like watching a game show
Then be wondering why we don't kick it with the same hoes
[Hook x2]
[Outro: Sir Michael Rocks]
Ay, good looking, Like. We gotta show these old, ya nahmsayin, 300C driving ass niggas what it really is, man. You don't got a chance with her if you not talking right, dog. It's all about that mind, dude. If you ain't coming correct on the mindframe then you ain't really gon' have a chance, man. You gotta hold your own out here, man. Stop doing what you see these niggas on BET doing, dog. Live your own life. Stand on your own two, man. This shit is real
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3. |
Face Down
03:41
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[Hook: DJ Thunder x2]
Face down, ass up
That's the way we like to fuck
On my bed, in my truck
Make you scream my name
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Now some ladies want a guy that's gon' tell 'em no lies
Other ladies want a guy that's gon smack that a-
Now picture this, I was up in the ride
She looking good from the side and she got that a-
Man, I'm playing and it's plain to see
I'm having dreams of me stroking, let me swim the sea
I got that live playa DNA in me
I got to have it, smack, flip, grip it and grab it
I'm attracted to bad bitches carrying baggage
Aquarius and virgos, I'm thinking 'bout this Aries that I know
Shout out to Scorpios and Sags
Who pose on the phone with they clothes on the ground
I'm proposing a toast so niggas raise ya glasses
Some things never change, blackberry molasses
I'mma let you finish this time, but next time can I have it, have it
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Now all my guys looking at me like a fool
She tryna to use me like a tool and I knew she was crazy from the get-go
She was fine and usually I get those but this was a borderline schizo
She would get so mad if you taking too long filling that champagne glass
Not fast enough, we out to eat and now she switching moods
She ready to complain 'fore we even get the food
Oh yeah, and when it finally arrived
She sent her's back and asked me for some of mine
It was a hate crime, she put the smash on my steak fries
I should of stayed home and cooked like the Based God
I, lay you down on my pillow-top mattress
You see a pillow, you can put yo face by it
Man, so let yo waistline whine to the bassline
Damn, you look good from behind when you face down
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: DJ Thunder]
Nasty as you wanna be, when you freaking me
Looking like a love scene, off my DVD
So pull me closer baby, and don't let go babe
I like the way this feel, when you're here with me
You know I like the way
When you have no words to say
The expression on your face is priceless
And I might just
Ask you to turn that thang
[Hook x2]
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4. |
Hit A Lick
04:46
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[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Right off top with that splash
With a bottle of Cris for that glass
Got a couple of racks in that stash
That money be coming in so fast
I copped the drop and I brag
Two hundred and five on that dash
But that don't mean I won't be creepin'
I ain't answer the phone, she saw me tweetin'
Hit me with a text and said we beefin'
Send her one back and said you tweakin'
Ain't about cash I'm not repeatin'
I ain't playin' those games, I'm not competin'
Said what you talkin' 'bout? Baby we just havin' fun
Maybe this is how it's run, middle finger, add a one
I throw the peace up, these G's up, we hit a lick
I know the secrets, I know the niggas that I eat with
We practice all of that G shit
T cracked the bottle that weed lit
Let's celebrate, I'm looking for a reason to elevate
[Hook]
Let's hit a lick, let's hit it rich, my nigga, both kinds
And I'm working round the clock, I'm always on time
I'm a rider, so fuck your clique
I'm in a drug dealer whip but I ain't cut no bricks
Let's get rich
Let's hit a lick, let's hit a lick, let's hit a lick, let's hit a lick
Let's hit a lick, let's hit a lick, let's hit a...
That's my shit
Just hit a lick, just hit a lick, just hit a lick, just hit a lick
We here to lick, let's hit a lick, let's hit a...
That's my shit
[Verse 2: Tris J]
Lobster fettuccini, side of fried zucchini
Wash it down with Cris and top it all off with some greenery
Ain't no one on ones, man I swear they got a team me (yea)
Boy I got them packs flippin', moving like a slinky
Met your girl Vicky, she nasty, she freaky
Want a heavyweight, she tired of fucking with a peewee
Tris come through, have her screamin' Willie Beamen
I dick her down like dick was going out of season
Feelin hella bold so we ain't sneakin', e'ry weekend
I'm resting in that pussy, gettin' some while I'm sleepin'
I'm made of gold, get your metal up
Recap my highlights, I'm twice nice, strong like a glass of seven up
My condolences to all competitors fool you way behind
So tell me how you gonna get ahead of us
It's Tris man, stretch it like a wrist band
Sip the deuce from the styrofoam, become a kick stand
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Shorty K]
I love money, I hate haters, I keep bitches, I'm so player
Just fuck the hoes cause I don't date 'em, just beat it up like pacemakers
Man, my pockets so racist, shout out to them white men
I got a bad ho and she light skin with a brown friend that don't like men
And they fuckin' me, they suckin' me, they bust for me, they sluts to me
This bully boy, and they bust for me, for any nigga on that fuckery
We cash jays, do bank fraud, couple niggas whip that base hard
Cook that shit like Based God, then run that like A-Rod
Range Roves, Porsche trucks, summer come, we change up
To the S L then the C L, stack that up when we need bail
Whatcha know about that? Shit ain't just rap
Ridin' down 10 with the shits in the back
Rap 'em up then you ship em back
For the next day, have em in the trap
Money don't sleep so a nigga don't nap
Money talk for me so a nigga don't yap
Everybody good cause we all got packs
Hundred pounds in and it started with a sack
Cash it out and never seen the lease
Big stones in my Jesus piece
Feature, I need three at least
Toothpick Clique TPC
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5. |
Pick Of The Month
05:15
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[Verse 1:Sir Michael Rocks]
It was like January
But it was feeling like may
It was feeling like Puerto Rico
She supposed to kick with a sort of people
She thought wasn't going hate
So I put her on game
I let her know the secrets to this shit
Make sure this bitches can't kick dirt upon your name
Girl cause it's all you get
Even if you got some nice tits
And a big booty I'mma tell you just like this
Baby do me one favor
I never had your flavor
Tryna do a 360 like the majors
Big chips we out in Vegas
Settin up that paper cause they fakers and we keep it legit
I been on this live shit since 2000 and 6
She so freaky she strip
All we got that tool kit so don't pull shit and get popped like a zit
Nigga its that tooth-pick clique and we keepin' your chick
[Hook:Sir Michael Rocks]
And you pick of the month
Hey girl you killen' them hoodrats
And I like your spunk
Plus you know what you good at
Now you can light my blunt
Standing right where you stood at
See them bright red cups pour it up where the drugs at
You know what you good at
You know what you good at
You can light my blunt
Standing right where you stood at
And you know what you good at
You know what you good at
See them bright red cups pouring up where the drugs at
[Verse 2:Sir Michael Rocks]
Now if she bitch she gotta go
Say she catch a lot of dough
Hurt from working every night
Monday Tuesday Thursday night
We prefer one certain type
Our standards firm, our terms is tight
You can sign your name and get comfy
While I'm thinkin' of ways we can all get paid and be comfy
All up in her hair with no scrunchie
I remember eating lunch meat with that white bread
Now the chef cookin' what I said
I love the sex, and I like the head
But not as much, I'm smart as fuck
And if yo ass a frat, then I might pledge
Knelt to booty I felt the booty
Buttery soft I wanna melt the booty
Then switch with yo' homegirl
We young rich niggas, wild and free
She kiss her while she tonguing me
Its all looking like its fun to me
And this is how it's supposed to be is what I think
[Hook:Sir Michael Rocks]
Know who it is, Nieman Marcus swag
Call me Sir Mike
[Hook:Sir Michael Rocks]
[Outro:Sir Michael Rocks]
I let it go
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6. |
Checkin
03:58
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[Intro]
And we just checkin in the party
For the same bitches checkin for us
And when the Cris done poppin
We gonna try to fit them all in the truck
[Hook]
And we just checkin in the party
For the same bitches checkin for us
And when the Cris done poppin
We gonna try to fit them all in the truck
And if you checkin for the party
With the same bitches checkin for us
When the Cris done poppin, nigga
You gonna be shit out of luck
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
So mama fine, hit me with the grind
She the kind that you would be buying everything for
She always had a man, never ever single
But now she by herself with her friends
And they dancing, the chances of a nigga
Running up on us
Is less likely than Spike Lee catching the bus
And my nigga Muchi got the bangers there's nothing left to discuss
And if that bitch don't fit, then I bet she'll adjust
Soon as you see a live nigga
We getting drunk and bustin down
Porsche gears shifted throw up signs and all the pictures
Cause the TPC: toothpick click president
Official you wanna sign up, I can enlist you
It's the life, plenty buckets full of ice, skinny nigga
Full of Cris, full of kush for the night
You gonna be mine baby and love crazy when you think about it
But where would you be without it
A hundred thousand, still counting it!
I got that bad, nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Shorty K]
A cool dude, running bitches, no shoes
These hoes choose, the new bitch is old news
I'm Keith Sweat, I'm swaggin on Keith Sweat
She wet, and her girlfriend, she next
I don't like her, a tat like an old biker
I won't wife her, ruff ride her like a motorcycle
I one-night her, I beat her but I'm no fighter
I ghost ride her, she's Tina and I'm gon Ike her
Bust down, you see me ho?
They all on me, I need a PPO
Its SK, Shorty Kory
Throwing up the Ace in the 44
All gold, C-3PO, life saved, Star Ward
Running through the green like lawn mowers
All you bum ass niggas get you some cardboard
Cause he ball hard, swag
[Hook]
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7. |
Pajama Pants
04:28
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[Hook]
Aye girl let me see you do your mama dance
You wanna stay, you can use my pajama pants
Uh huh, make her jiggle in pajama pants
Yeah, I think she get it from her mama
Fresh fresh y'all, those freaky girls
Freak freak y'all, all around the world
Fresh fresh y'all, all those freaky girls
Freak freak y'all, all around the world
[Verse 1]
And it's a shame, in this love game, as quick as they came
They can claim to not remember your name
She explain while she was sippin' champagne
When you shoot game you gotta take aim
I'm looking straight ahead like a ball player
Walking to the locker room mad at the half time
I'm trying to just relax in Miami
Driving on the opa-locka going faster and that's fine (feel me?)
Your pink cookies keep getting crushed by a building
When we connect I give you the same feeling
Shouldn't be trying to burn bridges we should build up
My flight don't leave until ten so until then
Turn around, throw it like you on the mound
Throw it like a soccer ball when it's gotta go in bounds wit'cha
Look at how them pajama pants fit ya
[Hook]
[Bridge 3x]
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you know I lay it down
[Verse 2]
We should probably delete this
Pictures of you getting freaky
Before somebody fuck around and gon' leak these
But you probably wouldn't care, probably want 'em to see you
You got the TV up loud trying to drown out your screaming
Your roomates be tripping cause they mad they ain't getting a low key
Hit it two miles per hour at a low speed
You should have your own motherfucking theme song, uh huh
Soon as you take them motherfucking jeans off, okay
And that shit should play on replay
Look at your booty in them PJ's
We had a couple drinks, trying to stay the night, but you ain't feel right
Trying to sleep in that nice dress, I feel you, that's when I suggest
Grab them pajama pants off the dresser, yeah
[Hook]
[Bridge 6X]
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8. |
Alive & High
03:48
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[Verse 1]
Why you be always trying to act like I'm not what I said I was?
I told these niggas I was godly and hardly would ever budge
On them wood floors, you gonna need some better rugs
A couple bad hoes, coming off of vacay
Your ex-man a lame brain, an asshole, he plain-Jane
Think that Givenchy and Gucci like the same thing
I'm on a roll, a winning streak
You on the road where winner's be, it shouldn't be
A hard decision, as to him or me!
I put my cards on the table, where the dinner be
Easy as 1, 2, 3 like December 3rd, bitch plan
Handing out purpose, hella-cursive writing on the seats
We lighting on the beach
To the motherfuckin top and to the highest of the peaks
Gimme that pretty little hand, don't be fighting, that's a
[Hook] (x2)
We getting checks
Bitches love Cris in the jacuzzi tub
They dripping wet
Bitches love Cris in the jacuzzi tub
We getting checks
Bitches love Cris in the jacuzzi tub
I can't stop, I can't stop, only doing this because
[Verse 2]
She want that money, money, money, money
That's what you all out of your body for?!
If you knew better, you'd probably do better
Ain't that what you go to college for?
All them scholarships and you can't even ride a dick
Damn girl! You trippin, let me give you my apologies
Life be sweet, most of the kind of shit I'm tryna hit
Is usually a 50: a dime 5 times
Prime-time popu-lair, baby that's "PTP," you on that CPT
You too late, I'm on the date with that DOE and yo, she's so sweet
I been making love to her for the past few weeks
I think I'mma tie the knot, making it official, I don't give a fuck
Living in the clouds, so I guess we about to live it up
If I ain't meet you in the club, I would get with you
The DJ say he gonna play something that the bitches love
[Hook]
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9. |
Out The Jam
03:05
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[Intro]
You smoking some more weed?
I'ma smoke weed after this take
I'ma do this take and then go get high
Damn
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
My nigga I'm midwest raised
My nigga I'm west coast paid
My nigga got east coast hoes
My nigga got south side ways
Long as I got my friends
Long as I got my fam
And I know when times get hard
They gon get me up out that jam
Got me outta that jam (x8)
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
I remember when
Way back then like Eminem
You my nigga man, for you I pull that trigga man
I'm looking good in that mink bomber
That mink coat, I drink slow, smoke slow
Hopefully I'm making dough and don't go broke
We struck it rich man I think so
If I think so I know so
Drink got me feeling like Sosay
These niggas is so-so
It's kinda funny making money with your tight friends
The world is yours with a pocket full of white men
We strive hard cuz some people's lives hard
Went from hopping off the porches to hopping out of Porsches
A lot of old niggas on they Mickey Rourke shit... (damn)
Just can't let it go
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
Talk about it
What you know, knowledge
If it's yours, rock it right
Put it on, that's your size
Outside, that's cold
Turn the corner now we home
Now it's on, call my phone, we inside bring a light
We got home field advantage understand I'm making champions dawg
The whole thing is down the sink and then the sink gets clogged
Real talk I'm Titanic in this iceberg dawg
It might work, it might not, but let me shoot my shot
You know me, I'm just doggin' when I step out
Me and my nigga changed the world when we first dropped
Connect dots, living legends and we just got hot
Big thinkers had the dream and then we seen this out
[Hook]
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10. |
New Dress
03:36
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[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Shining like a brand new handwash
I'm off the Clicquot and my nigga off the Xan bars
Bust it open like a waterbed
I see the bottom of your heels; that's a lot of red!
She probaby got a little bread
Bad bitch, rich girl, tryna get ahead
She probably was a print model
Tryna get a spread in Complex
Got the bomb sex, everything be all wet!
And everything all set, so don't stress
Every pair of legs on deck
It's gonna get better every time we connect
Booty softer than a Hallmark
Now let me hit it out the ballpark
And if you ever fall hard in love
I'mma catch you, I knew you had a spark the plug
Soon as I met you, niggas wanna cuff and arrest you
But I know I can't, cause I go hard in the fuckin paint
And I can't lie and say what I ain't
We all Gods, but I'm not a saint
So give me all that you can
Laying in the hotel bedroom service again
Sign the receipt and give the server a 10
Fine different freaks all over the land
Say "Go Banco!"
Marriani to the ankles
[Hook x2]
You in that new dress, and there's wine for us
Girl I said let's get our grind on
What you wanna do? Girl, it's just me and you..
[Verse 2: Shorty K]
Poppin rolls, rockin Rollies, like the old heads
That's when I seen this little steamer with the long legs
One of the Gods said "shorty over there a 10"
Naw, from here she a 9, up close I probably been
Can't give a bitch too much credit
I jumped front row and thought to myself, like "my dude said it"
Shorty finer than a parking ticket
I took the Rose, stopped, sipped it with 22 bitches
You the type of chick a nigga wanna brag about
That ass fat, probably beep when you back out
Them red bottoms on your feet, I peep the cash out
Now go on and activate them hips and poke your ass out
I learned that from a 2Pac song
Til they make a new track, shit, 2Pac gone
Hear they say that nigga back, I don't know about all that
One thing I do know is how I'm tryna smell that matte
Lip gloss on your shirt, coming off first
Kiss up on your stomach then I take it to your skirt
Reach up on the dresser, grab the Magnums out your purse
Tell your old man that your new boy make it hurt
They don't make em like me, too much swag
Killing these niggas: Ku Klux Klan
Lemme hit it from the back, give that trunk that slam
Have you screaming out loud who the fuck I am..
[Hook x2]
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11. |
Point Of View
03:50
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[Verse 1]
Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get that cash
Gettin' close, we supposed to negotiate on how to get that bag
That money, damn man
It's been a minute but we back baby
From the middle of the map baby
Don't act amazed, get caught up in the macking ways
Of the young king, that whirlwind, hoping that's not yo girlfriend
We smoking out with that girl man, we passed the blunt, she pearled it
Damn fam, she wanna ride with a G, it was me
? two freaks and probably Keith
We cop the Clicquot by the bottle, people think we won the lotto
Cause they say in this economy you gotta be cheap
She had that first class ass, not no economy seats
Come get this upgrade pass, we come in first, they last
They make me laugh until it hurts, these niggas comic relief
See she see me and she get hotter than a thermometer peak
Ahhh - so just be cool cause you kinda cute
And watch these other hoes follow suit
[Hook]
All the shit we doing, all these girls is choosing
They wonder what we doing, naw I can't get you in
You never catch me losing, ?
No, I change my mind, I'm through
All the shit we doing, all these girls is choosing
I'm tryna get with you and ah what you be doing
See all my niggas flew in, tell me know, are you in?
No, I change your point of view
[Verse 2]
And I know she want me
I can smell it on her, lot of brains, no diploma
Don't let it get under your skin like it's melanoma
She got a sister that's badder but she a lil' older
I caught her catching a cab, told her get in the Rover
And we just dipped, I say she was a 9
Like 3 plus 6, but now she with her friends lying
Saying that we just kissed and now it's "Ummm, ain't this some shit"
I rolled up, told her, "hold up girl, these Ferragamo kicks
You gotta know the differences, I got a gift certificate
To kick it with the livest niggas, holla if you interested
Just take a sip and you'll see this is what we mix it with"
I bowled my balls down the lane and I get the split
God first, then my family, then the paper
And you know you can't date her if she make you sign a waiver my nig
Cause once you do then you can't renege and that's tough
And you know she do that because you know...
[Hook]
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12. |
Imagine
04:14
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(Hook)
I put that on my life, everything that I own
At the end of the day, we just wanna be on
We 'bout money and hoes, Fuck getting a job
Then I’m selling them cells, till I get me a drop X 2
(Verse 1)
Man I’m just a young nigga gettin it
Rich and ignorant
With sloppy ass penmanship
At Saks Fifth, I got a lifetime membership
You just now catching up, but we been the shit
So don’t try us, my goon niggas got fryers
I'll hold that thang to his head like a blow drier
I’m no liar, I fuck her till she’s so tired
She can’t stand it
I’m home running, grand slamming
I’m chilling, I’m chilling, I’m feeling this drink
Fuck what a nigga think, I ain’t hearing complaints
I gotta do what I want
You wasting all of your time
Unless you’re being yourself
The shit that’s all in your mind
This bullshit, fairy tale, they made up a long time ago, let 'em go
That’s why you’re going through the drama for
Porsche truck pulling up to Benihana's ho
Looking like I’m selling kinds of dope
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
Swimming deep in that water, not even farther we go
Just hold your breath a little longer cause the bottom is close
But if your lungs can’t take it, the pain is too much
With all that pressure on you girl, your little frame will get crushed
It’s a dirty game, who can you trust
Cause if we lose, they gonna put it on us
Girl so hurry up, acting like it’s no rush
You getting left behind, you getting left in that dust
Just sitting away, on the perfect presentation
Not how you supposed to be living, you gotta make a decision
And I got faith in that booty, like a fucking religion
I’m bout to cash out, sending 50 phones to my dad's house
I’m leaving with them boxes like I’m taking the trash out, the fast route
And I don’t know how long this money bout to last now
And I’m spend it up until the bag down
I’m liking how them Fendi sweat pants bring ya ass out
(Hook)
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Slice [Remix]
03:30
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