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yeaaaaaah! oooooooh!
they done tried to defeat me staying on my feet when they see me they salute me i'm the king of these streets yeaaaah! ohhhhh! i got 'em walking on(left, right, left, right) we the best so we marching like(left, right, left, right) oooooooh! they follow me! okay, it's blood, sweat, and tears, that be the realest shit i ever wrote never stop or giving up, the realest shit i ever quote look into my eyes and you can see i hustle twenty-fo, twenty-fo, twenty-fo hours grinding, overdose, running, running in the studio: recording animal people want that gutter back, that's just who i do it for giving 'em that manure flow, how would i know, i'm trained to go heard them niggas dropping meat so fuck it hears a dick to blow now i'm on the top of shit, now they're showing sportsmanship what it do and what it be? niggas on some other shit bitch i'm on my own lane, only god can judge me all you rappers rapping is equivalent to rare meat and i am on my lion shit, starving like a full feast pussy niggas count me out, man i love to in-convene teddy p and mr. hood, you can call it history we the best and fuck 'em all, we winning like we charlie sheen! well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated mr. not intimidated by you suckers perpetrating i been waiting, yeahhh boy i been waiting heavy, humble and patient, but still embedded with greatness i'm a mother fucking problem, y'all still in pajamas sleeping on the hottest while i'm out here chasing commas put that on my momma, i'mma give 'em hell while they locked up in a cell we the best is gon' prevail, don't believe in seeing fail i'm conceited, you can tell, look the devil in the eye, say i'm hotter than your hell and i'm rocking with my chest out, head high, hello to the bad guy bitch it's my time, see the diamonds in the watch now don't want any handouts, fuck you niggas talking 'bout? see me, you salute me like a mother f**king drill scout stunting on you niggas, watch the beamer when it pulls out king of these streets, come and see me when you travel south |
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Same old shit
just a different day out here tryna get it each and every way momma need a house baby need some shoes times are getting hard guess what I'mma do Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard big bank in my pocket double up with my profit see this shit than I cop it gimme that there there and than drop it homie hold up with my mojo peep the whip and the logo 24's and they low pro I bet she fucking I know so nigga ain't no doubt about it riding round with that rocket load it up and I cock it send bout a couple off in your nog and hear them 808's and they knocking whole club and they rocking Rose in them buckets all my homies up in here vibing nigga big shit in my household real niggas I die for creeping off in that Tahoe all about that there lajo nigga don't stop the party we be getting gnarley old kimosabe homie's chiefing like I'm Marley cause this is the same old shit just a different day out here tryna get it each and every way momma need a house baby need some shoes times are getting hard guess what I'mma do Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard Okay now all I know is hustle get it off the muscle block is my attire keep them sticks off in that cupboard nigga I be going hard bitch I'm going hard I just hit the mall you just swipe the card I'm with a couple latin broads I just do menage fuck you other guys pussy telling lies homie free my nigga AG fuck you niggas pay me swagging in my saline two door coupe Mercedes I am too much for you buster's bitches I don't trust em fuck em once I fuck em lust em never love em they won't play me for no sucker play me for no paper make my bitches stomp her Alpha zeta mega better no one really on it drive it bet I own it money is involved bet I know I'm on it that's wording to my mother gotta get it one way or another I put that on my brother I'm out here on the come up but it Same old shit just a different day out here tryna get it each and every way momma need a house baby need some shoes times are getting hard guess what I'mma do Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard |
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11월 12일자 빌보..
sgm8520 We Found Love (Feat. Calvin Harris) Rihanna Someone Like You Adele Sexy And I Know It LMFAO 곡 73 | 담기 19 | 추천 10 |
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[Chorus - Ace Hood]
Same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I'ma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Okay, I'm booked out until August Show money deposits See the shit then I cop it Got but a house note in my pocket I'm on South Beach with that top off Bad bitch and her ass soft Something out of that catalogue She introduced to that lock jaw And I think her name was Lisa Or maybe it was Sheila My chevy sitting too high I call that Wiz Khalifa And I'm all about them Ben Franklins Ain't talking Aretha Bitch my league too major I'm hip-hop Derek Jeter And I'm still feeling my pockets Big bass and it's knocking Yeah this be that remix But still ride around with that rocket Nigga welcome back to my household We the Best be that logo Hundred grand for that neck glow All about the deniero Nigga flow so retarded We be getting gnarley Whoa Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy, party because it's the [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Rick Ross] 24's on my Beamer You never know when I slide up Nineteen in my nina, red dot when I ride up Hundred deep in that K.O.D. King of diamonds that's me nigga No you bitches can't get my beat Choppers only thing free nigga Step to me and I teach you Somebody text his picture Straight drop in my beaker Ace knocking my speakers Last night I counted one mill' This morning one fifty Pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt your feelings V12, Jet Blue, forget it Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes Same old brick, but it's different yay Yeah that's candy paint, On my seven tre [Chorus - Lil Wayne] [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Okay now, Black Card in my pocket Riding around in that 'Gatti Pistol off my boxers I ain't got time to be boxing Got a red bone she look tropic If she fuck me right then she shopping Young Money we popping I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins See that V-neck, that's Polo Grilled up like Ocho Chuck Taylors with no socks You niggas chicken, pollo Nigga live in Sundays, king of diamonds Monday Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it Real nigga I'm authentic I'll fuck the bitch till she short winded Got a bad bitch who be bartending Couple homies that gang bang I get on anybody track, and hit that bitch with that Wayne train Free my nigga T.I. Soowoo to the beehive Got a G6 and a G5 You pussy niggas you feline Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarley Oh Kimosabe, I'm with Mack, ? and Marley Beause it's the same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it, each and every way Momma need a house, baby need some shoes For that Carter IV, bitch, it's coming soon [Chorus] |
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