Tip:
Highlight text to annotate it
X
I got a whole lot of money Pop that *** for me
My homie got that yopper He’ll *** it at a copper
Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party! Stove on my waist
Cook your *** up gourmet All-black .44 – do you want foreplay?
I’m going at your face like Oil of Olay No champagne, but you know my flag rose
Swagger on steroids: Canseco, Jose No Limit Records: We so ’bout it ’bout
it I’m higher than a ***
Feel like a climbed a *** mountain Illest *** you know, my accountants still
counting Shots hit him a minute ago
But his body’s still bouncing Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead
Gotta kill the witnesses cause Birdman car red
Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street preacher Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the
preacher! I live in Miami, ***
I’ll South Beach ya Robin Leach, uh – that’s how we ballin
You know that I’m loaded but please don’t take a sweeter
Beat one of you *** *** up like John Cena
Them hoes on your money Tell them hoes we coming
Before we get it popping We ain’t saving hoes, we swapping
Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party! Big head Desert Eagle, call it “shotty”
How’d you get that money? Stunna taught me that
The zan took me under Patron brought me back
I’m leaning on you muthafuckers Like I caught a flat
And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat
What the lick read? I’m in the big league I’m a breath of fresh air
Let the *** breathe! I’m trying to chillax
But I had to do it, dev I’m at the funeral like
“I had to do it, rev!” Mack you my big brother
I split a wig for you Put that on [?] repeat
Until they bury me Moment of clarity.. yeah
That’s my diamond game I keep a fine ***
Cause I like the finer things *** with me slime
No brain on the whip I’ve got nothing in mind
Carter 4, they ain’t *** with mine I drop that Sorry 4 The Wait
To make up for the time
Yeah I do my thang, *** wassup? Young BasedGod, came in with the ballers
Iced out chain, *** I’m rich off that same ***
See 5 hoes on my ***, ***, it’s Christmas Straight Westside, Bay Area
***, I’ll graze em Gritty boy ***, BasedGod from the angles
On like a cradle and you *** can’t stop me
Shouts out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky.
*** still Westside Shouts out to Weezy
Young BasedGod with that .55 heater 187 ***, I put it to 11 ***
With that tiny shirt mane And the tiny pants mane
I’m on BasedWorld and I *** with cash Money my ***.
Don’t understand man The game like a chain
Woo woo! Swag, ***, Brang-dang-dang man Off the top, I’m a Wolfpack hitter
My life just a painting And I paint you a picture, mane
Thing about it: a young paid-*** *** This that stunt music: ***, I just do’s
it It’s Lil B and I’ll muthafuckin prove
it We runnin’