1. |
GOD.
03:52
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LYRICS.
And we Be Dumping out the roof...
(Doodoodoodo)
My right hand got 3 Rings that hold Paper like Binders
My left hand, whoo, jumpoff, I can't help niggas...Joe Biden
Y'all talk that bullshit, us Trill Niggas be quiet
Guess Lil Wayne was right...I am like Lasagna
100 like a C-note
Their money weird, shit is emo
'Hi Hata' like what's his name...Maino
Bad bitch think we vibin' off of pinot
But she'll never get a ring though
Like a phone on airplane mode
What time is it B-mo
Adventure Time ain't it B-mo
Catch 'em peeking through the peephole
Hit 'em like they did Eastwood in Gran Torino
Put 24's on a Camino
You niggas squished in a Pinto
That's 30 niggas in a 3 door
with 1 speaker like a keynote
I used to school these ballers, Rick Pitino
Now I bully ballers word to Ricky Incognito
See I give Life and Take Life, Smoke big O's, no caps lock
So I am not the one you wanna slap box
God.
Cause we go hittas on the roof
I hope that you do to
And everybody gonna shoot
I hope that you do too
And we be dumping out the roof
[tootootootootoo]
Said we be dumping out the roof
[tootootootoo]
We be dumping out the roof
[tootootootootoo] x4
Fuck lying to the people
Fuck going out peaceful
My revolution will be televised
Set fire to your steeple
Set fire to the government
Bet they keep it from the people
What time is it B-mo
Adventure Time ain't it B-mo
Government gave us cheese though
Gave us crack, then disappeared like Beanie Sigel
Got kilo from Mr. Carlito
Toss it up, Dan Marino
Now we at your face like Aveeno
Got Fiends looking like Benzino..ugh
Me give a fuck, no,
Not by the hairs on the chin of Jay Leno
See I give Life and Take Life, Smoke big O's, no caps lock
So I am not the one you wanna slap box
God.
Cause we go hittas on the roof
I hope that you do to
And everybody gonna shoot
I hope that you do too
And we be dumping out the roof
[tootootootootoo]
Said we be dumping out the roof
[tootootootoo]
We be dumping out the roof
[tootootootootoo] x4
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2. |
Fluh
04:30
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LYRICS.
C-Notes, turn a stripper to a singer bet she never miss a note...
Makin Top Dollar but I bet tha Bottom Dollar nigga neva goin broke...
I ask, cause im not sure
Does anybody make trill shit anymore
All up in club surrounded by Michael Khors
Like do bitches even have real tits anymore
Bow 'till your knees hit your face bitch, this is greatness
Ebola to a doctor, I'm losin my patience
Run thru Bucks, like Jabari's coach, Jason
So when they talk, dont belive shit, Aetheist
Im finna blow....Minecraft Creepers
Nigga have u viewed Juwols' new 2 seater
Only coke he move ooze thru 2 liter
Nigga you wack as hell, new Fubu sneaker
Holup
Like, how you talkin all dis money crap
Whenyou dress like the Dig 'em frog off of Honey Smacks
And your bitch is badddd, buddy I'll come for that
And beat the pussy up like Rocky Marciano's punchin bag
One O and a munchie bag
Make em Phil Funny, word to Doug Funny's dad
I throw dat Casey Jones mask on
Breh, I Aint tryna see where no turtles at
Glock sittin in tha pocket like a quarteback...
Gave my nigga work, how he bring a lil quarter back
Thought he moved bird,s moved birds, Red Auerbach
Nigga where dey at tho, work em
Just a week ago I was doin, my, Shmurda
Nowadays I run up wit tha new k burner
Dressed in all black, Ruby Tuesday server
Shawty I'ont FLUH
Shawty I'ont FLUH
Trill nigga, FLY, and don't give a FUCK
Shawty I'ont FLUH
C-Notes, breh, I cant even song but bet I neva miss a note
Makin Top Dollar but I bet tha Bottom Dollar nigga neva goin broke
Guess dey thought that it was over man
Yea I was close to a 'Clef like Lauryn Hill
Now im ballin like Kobe is
Nah nigga, I ball(Bald) like the spot on Ginobli's head
Smokin the trees clearin up all the foliage
Your main bitch callin me Bae(Bay), i be like Oakland?
She got a Ring on her head like Goku
But All it took to fuck was some Weed and a Roku
I'm in fuck it mode, like Hova wit the bucket low
Finna dig in they ass like puppeteers at a Muppet show
Pause, goin hard cause I want it though
Ever since my Fila's was in my Kindergarten cubby hole
Only pair I had all year boy
So in order to survive i would steal boy
Jack em for dey J's and they gear boy
And you a Young Fly Nigga, 'Bring That Ass Here Boy'
I get it, I aint Daddy Warbucks
Guess I'm Mr Marcus and you're all fucked
Cause I'm bout to go extra hard
Im talkin' sliced Arbys bread, edges hard
Im talkin 50 metric tons over Lebanon
My niggas All Spark all Hail Megatron
Put it out hit Starbucks
Like can you pour my whole life in a tall cup
Can you make my life sweet, cream it all up
Turn tha temperture up, stir it all up
Im like Hawkeye wit tha bow dummy
I aint Aimin at shit, but I'm on the money
Shawty I'ont FLUH
Shawty I'ont FLUH
Trill nigga, FLY, and don't give a FUCK
Shawty I'ont FLUH
Got to acknowledge this
Gangsters and Prophets get Ghetto Scholarships
These hollow tips
Leave nigga's Cabbages chopped up into bits
These Dollars get
More Dollars, Holla, dog got the product kid
the Larken spit
Bullets through pussies like Gynecologist
The hawk, I grip
I am a product of my environment
Spit knowledge kid, psychologist, off the lid, rhyme philosophist
Start sparkin' shit, rocket gripped, off the clip like 'Nigga, swallow this'
Top office shit, the Aftermath...
Got them dollars that Marshall get
A partial split
all through your arteries, damn your heart just shift'
I parked the whip, sparked the pricks, all that's left is some carcasses
the doctor quick,
word to Manute Bol, I tossed his shit
too small for this,
you Tony Parker, I'm David Robinson
Shoot like Stojakivic, I copped the whip, Parked the shit
Bumpin' Big Poppa shit, or new Tupacalypse
the block is sick,
mad 'cause rapping is actually popping shit
demolished it,
I'm out in front like where Rosa Parks'll Sit..
Or we just
In accordiance, play you like an accordian
send em right to the morgue with his organs torn by DeLoreans
that was tied to each side, and they took off like Anne orphan would
God Damn,
These Snakes is Out of Hand like Scorpion
Shawty I'ont FLUH
Shawty I'ont FLUH
Trill nigga, FLY, and don't give a FUCK
Shawty I'ont FLUH
OUTRO
GET THE CHEESE, GET THE DOUGH
HIT THE STREETS, GET SOME MO
MONEY PROBLEMS, COME AND GO
BUT IT'S WORSE, WHEN YOU BROKE
BULLETS BURST, IN HIS THROAT
GRAB THE PURSE, HIT YOUR HOE
GO TO CHURCH, CASKET CLOSED
SPRAY THE HEARSE, CLEAN THE FLOOR
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LYRICS.
I pull up to Onyx, dem hoes astonished
Baby i said I'm your man, but I meant platonic
i go through the money like ultrasonics
Serving n*** fast as Sonic, like Jimmy Johns bitch
And I ain't stopping 'til my whips is foriegnyty
And every single chick im with or know is foreign
My team be getting money, to you that's foreign
Said my n*** getting money, we getting
money
(Verse)
I'm a alcoholic, a alcoholic
Said I'm a Alcoholic, a Alcoholic
She on that hypnotic, that gin and tonic
She jus getting on The Game word to London Lauren
You rolling with a Boss, you Wale Folarin
Breh I'm bullet lobbin like Football Johnny
My hitta in the pen, he don't know his charges
Akon dissapeared, im still down wit Konvicts (convicts)
Now everytime you see me I'm with 2 bitches
Shaquille O'neal of rap, u n*** Fu Shnickens
Say my money shorter than Winnie the Pooh Piglet
That's Impossible, I put that on Tom Cruise mission
(Hook)
(Verse
Soon a n*** hit tha streets, control alt delete
Yea I shut it down, bitch, bluescreen
Blowin marijuana, this aint no chronic
Mixed chick, half and half, she my Arnold Palmer
I hit that, word to Pop Warner
Eat it eat it, then i pass a peice to Jeffery Dahmer
If life a bitch, thank you bitch, 'cause your ass is gorgeous
My bank statement's a blank paper with the word ENORMOUS
I, Started from the bottom ain't no new n***
Got them stuck like if Jordan was to lose Pippen
You fuck your bitch then buy her Charlotte Rouse denim
I fuck your bitch she told me I'm a huge difference
(Hook)
Turn on the radio all i hear is monotony
Rappers scared to step out the box, but hey dey gotta eat
Pick up the box and see, outside of the box is me
Jus sitting there like pieces to McDonalds monopoly
Inside of the box, an audio lobotomy
Im outside breakin my leg like paul george when he locked his knees
I got tha box for Christmas, when i was yay high
Was more rappers in it, and breh i used to listen
They used to tell us, go foreign, get foreign errthang
Foreign cars, foreign women hangin wit Vera Wang
Driver side is the passengers, diamonds shipped on a aeroplane
Crossing thru statelines like rollercoasters at Carowinds
Ok
What's that teaching out youth tomorrow
I used to have a foreign my car shit was a Honda
Cause ill prolly never own a Lamborghini
Accepted, I'm Narcoleptic, i'll just keep dreamin'
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4. |
Theme Song
05:14
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LYRICS.
[verse]
When I was flat broke wait where was u nigga
I was leavin' voicemails on niggas phones like where is u nigga
When i lost my job when my son was born, wait, where was you nigga
When my momma diabetes flared you wont in the waiting room with us
When momma always see son, son never see father, you figure
That you the reason so out of spite you tell him I'll never be like you nigga
Got me like 'try me'
I eat a bullet if its meant for family
You'll need an army to disarm me
I get back on my 2 feet Don't be actin like u know me
Who is you nigga
[hook]
Got cut to the bone, wait, where was you nigga
You make it so easy for me to never fuck with you nigga
And you swear to go I'm actin' Brand New
'Cause my money got right I'm actin' Brand New
But the trill shit is I don't know you
But when my money get right I'm actin' Brand New
[verse]
When I was back and forth, in and out of court, wait, where was you nigga
My big brother funeral, at the wait, u wont in the room wit us
When i was picked on in middle school aint have shyt where was u nigga
Walkin cross town wit' no bus money where was u nigga
Fake love but the hates so real from u nigga
U make it so easy for me to never fuck wit' you nigga
Got me like try me
I eat a bullet if its meant for family
You'll need an army to disharm me
I get back on my 2 feet Dont be actin like u kno me
Who is you nigga
[hook]
Got cut to the bone, wait, where was you nigga
You make it so easy for me to never fuck with you nigga
And you swear to go I'm actin' Brand New
'Cause my money got right I'm actin' Brand New
But the trill shit is I dont know you
But when my money get right I'm actin' Brand New
[bridge]
Money on my mind, money on my mind
Might not have it
But im tryna grind, man im tryna grind
'Till i get it
Haters on rewind, man y'all waste my time
If its not about that
Mula
What i speak for, I'm tryna shine
When my money right, don't you come around
come around
When a nigga down, breh you won't around
Trill Shit...
I make it so easy for you to never come around
Wit' your hand out,
I greet you wit' pound
[hook]
Got cut to the bone, wait, where was you nigga
You make it so easy for me to never fuck with you nigga
And you swear to go I'm actin' Brand New
'Cause my money got right I'm actin' Brand New
But the trill shit is I dont know you
But when my money get right I'm actin' Brand New
My money get right, get right
I'm actin' Brand New...on sight...
My money get right, get right
I'm actin' Brand New...on sight...
My money get right, get right
I'm actin' Brand New...on sight...
My money get right, get right
I'm actin' Brand New...on sight...
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5. |
Trill N**** Alert
03:12
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LYRICS.
Trap House jumping got that work
I pull up like skirrt
I walk in
Trill nigga alert, Trill nigga alert
Left hand hold the pot
Right hand wrist turn counter-clock
I was Rock Bottom like I fought The Rock
But now errthangs butter...Country Crock
My boys on the block
Splittin' two 40's like Hova's spot
They was in Durham movin quarter rocks
In a used Nissan off of Jordan's lot
Now oh lord!
Guess who touched down finna open shop
Oh lord!
Y'all done left Kobe witta open shot
Trill
Trap House jumpin got that work
I pull up like skirrt
I walk in
Trill nigga alert, trill nigga alert
Left hand hold the pot
Right hand wrist turn counter-clock
I was Rock Bottom like I fought The Rock
But now errhangs butter...Country Crock
Magic City watch em work the clock
After that, slide to Opalock'
Afta that, slide straight back
Like Pookis eyeball when he smoked a rock
Like oh lord!
Its about to rain, I jus felt a drop
Oh lord!
Yall done left Kobe witta open shot
Trill
Trap House jumpin got that work
I pull up like skirrt
I walk in
Trill nigga alert, trill nigga alert
Left hand hold the pot
Right hand wrist turn counter-clock
Feds like Sherman, Seattle 'Hawks
Try to interfere 'fore you touch the rock
Left hand hold the pot
I be in the Chevy makin rollin' stops
On the way to the mall witta load of guap
Yellin 'Yall done left kobe witta open shot'
Trill
Trap House jumpin got that work
I pull up like skirrt
I walk in
Trill nigga alert, trill nigga alert
Left hand hold the pot
Right hand wrist turn counter clock
I was Rock Bottom like, fuck The Rock
But now errhangs buter...Country Crock
Jus remembered that I forgot
Yall my sons, Tom Gugliott'
Yall dont understand, I support the thots
Dats pimpin', church, Antioch
sippin' dat Rollin Rock
Tappin' hoes like screens when ya phone is locked
You only live once
's what Kurt Cobain told Courtney Cox
I mean Courtney Love, hell, No new Friends tho, Courtney Cox!
Oh lord!`
Yall done left kobe witta open shot
Trill
Trap House jumpin got that work
I pull up like skirrt
I walk in
Trill nigga alert, trill nigga alert
(Trill Nigga Alert, Trill Nigga Alert
Trill Nigga Alert, Trill Nigga Alert)
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6. |
December 10th
05:33
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LYRICS.
It's my muthafuckin' birthday!
Aye!
It's my muthafuckin' birthday!
Aye!
Sometime in the late 80's I popped out the pussy like 'nigga, whats crackin'
Popped open a 40, my dad was like 'Shorty, I'm calling you Kalvin'
Im probably part of the reason my dad was like, 'guess I'll stop being a pastor'
'91, I had keyed my moms car like 'remember my birthday you bastards'
'94 was the year I turned 7 my mommy ain't give me no presents
Because i was still being punished, I stole a bitch watch while her nigga was present
'98 i stole 8 tomagatchis from Kevin and sold that bitch right back to Kevin
'99 it was pokemon cards suprise i aint learnin' my lesson
Yo, I'ma tell you like this, I've been trill ever since
December the 10th
Hustler's holiday, I've been trill ever since...
It's my muthafuckin' birthday!
Aye!
It's my muthafuckin' birthday!
Aye!
In '01 by my birthday Aaliyah had died, the twin towers had fell
In '02 on my birthday I got me some ass, i was feelin myself
'03 don't remember...
'04 don't remember...
'05 was the worse
I Almost got killed in a car crash in Tampa
'06 i was failing my classes, fuck it, a nigga was rappin'
In '07 they robbed my mom crib on my birthday, they took all I had bitch
'08 was my year
'08 was my year
I had turned 21, was turned up at Phoenix like this is my year
Yo, I'ma tell you like this, I've been trill ever since
December the 10th
Hustler's holiday, I've been trill ever since...
It's my muthafuckin' birthday!
Aye!
It's my muthafuckin' birthday!
Aye!
2010 on my birthday I drunk so much vodka i passed out
Only thing i remember I puked in my cousin car, that nigga blacked out
2011 was high at the step-show wit Pooh and some random ass niggas
Came back to the crib, my girl said surprise, was so high, I aint hear it
2012 don't remember was probably drunk somewhere having a orgy
2013 I argued wit shorty, later was turnt at the party
This year though I'm wildin'
after that breh, we wildin'
Cause 2014 on my birthday my nigga Im droppin a album
(Aye..but you pushed the album back...)
It's my muthafuckin' birthday!
Aye!
It's my muthafuckin' birthday!
Aye!
It's my muthafuckin' birthday!
Aye!
It's my muthafuckin' birthday!
Aye!
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7. |
IONO
04:37
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LYRICS.
(I'm too much for you niggas, 3 much for you hoes
Kendrick told me that, and that's just how it goes)
Yo, Straight like This nigga
Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me
Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me
Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me
Probably 'cause I'm finessing
Hold up, Hold up, Bring That back
Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me
Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me
Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me
Probably 'cause I'm finessing
Bring that ass, ooo I got that comeback
Let her be a freak, why you stopping her
Why you stopping her
Why you, Why you Stopping her x2
Bring that ass here girl
Shawty twerk it like "Skee"
Even Stevie Wonder said 'Let me see'
She playin d on the d
She like the female version of Jodie Meeks
That's that l-m-n-o-p
Get it
Yo, All these bitches after the g
Maybe it's cause I'm gettting green
My Pockets looking like the bottom of Landon Donovan's cleats
Your girl looking for watever reason
I give her This d, for watever reason
I'm Scared to give a bitch a ring caaause
She might leave me and go back Clevelanddddddddd
Yo, Straight like This nigga
Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me
Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me
Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me
Probably 'cause I'm finessing
Hold up, Hold up, Bring That back
Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me
Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me
Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me
Probably 'cause I'm finessing
Bring that ass, ooo I got that comeback
Let her be a freak, why you stopping her
Why you stopping her
Why you, Why you Stopping her x2
Oh you mad?
I don't know why she want me, something you ain't doing
If she's gonna be a hoe, Let her be hoe, why you stopping her?
That's Something I aint doing
Oh you mad?
The toy's will make you sing, nigga, Randy Newton
If she say she want to go, then we gonna go,
Oh you stopping her, I got that Roto-Rooter
She said her man was Sun Shine Shitty
Said he mediocre, need Iggy
I bought a whole bottle of that Sailor
told her take it to the head like Diddy's Fist
Drizzzyyyyyy....It's a joke....
Yo, Straight like This nigga
Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me
Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me
Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me
Probably 'cause I'm finessing
Hold up, Hold up, Bring That back
Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me
Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me
Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me
Probably 'cause I'm finessing
Bring that ass, ooo I got that comeback
Let her be a freak, why you stopping her
Why you stopping her
Why you, Why you Stopping her x2
Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me
Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me
Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me
Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me
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8. |
PumpFake
03:45
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LYRICS.
Coke stains on a kitchen set
The lord ain't finished wit me yet
Hundred bands in a collection plate
This a trap revival, Give God the praise
Now lets open up our bibles
To the book of Trill, Chapter Hundred, and it states...
Work, fuck a lunch break
Gotta bake, fuck a crumb cake
Big choppers make the floors shake
Get it Jumpin like a Pump Fake
Bando for the home base
Hit em with a Pump Fake
Drop a hater like a Dunk Tank
Get it Jumpin like a Pump Fake
Work, fuck a lunch break
Tell me pastor what the lord say
This a trap revival let the sinners pray
Lil niggas listen up
The trill is back, the jig is up
30 goons on his house Steps
Pop a nigga like a Percocet
Devil underneath my feet
Gun smokin', anybody got a Nicorette
My wrist annointed with the Holy Ghost
Baptised in the bosom of a centerfold
Im the shit, Johnny Manziel
Get it
Take the Browns to the Superbowl
Hundred bands in a collection plate
This a trap revival, Give God the praise
Now lets open up our bibles
To the book of Trill, Chapter Hunnid, and it states...
Work, fuck a lunch break
Gotta bake, fuck a crumb cake
Big choppers make the floors shake
Get it Jumpin like a Pump Fake
Bando for the home base
Hit em with a Pump Fake
Drop a hater like a Dunk Tank
Get it Jumpin like a Pump Fake
Work, fuck a lunch break
Tell me pastor wat the lord say
This a trap revival Let the sinners pray
Lil niggas listen up
The trill is back, the jig is up
boys in blue try'na tape shit
I Rebuke all the Fake shit
Nigga fuck an altar call
I say that, to say this, Cant save shit
Strippers slide down for him...Throw it up
watch the blessings come down on em
Hallelujah Hoe
God is Good...Gave me bricks
Spent the profit (Prophet) on this crucifix
Hundred bands in a collection plate
This a trap revival, Give God the praise
Now lets open up our bibles
To the book of Trill, Chapter Hunnid, and it states...
Work, fuck a lunch break
Gotta bake, fuck a crumb cake
Big choppers make the floors shake
Get it Jumpin like a Pump Fake
Bando for the home base
Hit em with a Pump Fake
Drop a hater like a Dunk Tank
Get it Jumpin like a Pump Fake
Work, fuck a lunch break
Tell me pastor wat the lord say
This a trap revival Let the sinners pray
Lil niggas listen up
The Trill is back, the jig is up
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9. |
Betta Miss Me
05:44
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LYRICS.
Was homeless, but bounced back like 'aye'
With More ambition than 5 Wale's
No offense to Ricky, but I'ma pop Rozay
Get it all in ya, all on ya mouth. 'Yonce
My Jesus Peice, Ali Bomaye
I am The Game, Ali Bomaye
And you ain't got the answers Kanye
Was all good, all good
Then pops left and dat shit got real
Government cheese and bread got grilled
mom was ill, she couldn't work dat shift
Now my momma stay wit her momma
Cant subtract shit, can't make no difference
But fuck all that, just remember this sentence
That bullshit, better miss me wit it
Had the red coupe, make the roof get missing
Lost the crib, im in the coupe jus sitting
Im 6'6 how the fuck am I'm fitting
Parked behind Burger King like isn't
This some shit, I ain't have no back window
Just a pack of cookies from Dollar Tree, figured
It'll last me longer than a Mickey D's dinner
It's all good, all good
My uncle died and that shit got real
Now all my cousins my kids, that's real
Hit Ol' School to tattoo that tear
Called my momma, she called her momma
She calllin me, like you betta pray
So all I kno, with that fake shit, breh
Missing me, u better be
Cause this triil shit
Had a bad bitch, from the westside
Play Dipset, she roll her eyes
Guess im stuck wit Ty Dolla Sign , I said damn at least play sum ol' Three Six
UGK, now what you know 'bout this
Put Jeezy on, what you know bout this
T.I.P., See when I play dat shit
Girl it's all good, all good
We bought some liquor, that shit got real
I told her my cuz had like 15 bricks
But she got knocked for like 15 years
She called her momma, who called my momma
Yesterday they reduced her sentence
When she get out, she goin right back in it
So dat bullshit, you better miss her wit it
Used to visit dad for the summer
But what I ain't tell my mother
Is I ain't see my dad the whole summer
I was 15 when I got caught
By a crooked cop, he stole my guap
He booked me, intent to sell
Next day I'm back up in school like Hey!
Its all good, all good
My son was born and that shit got real
Ma in Law ain't let me in that crib
Babymomma liked to have that fit
She called her momma who called my momma
She calling me like you better pray
So all I know with that fake shit breh
Missin me you better be
Cause this trill shit
Miss me with it on Monday
Miss me with on Tuesday
Miss me with it on Wednesday
Miss me with it on Thursday
things weren't the same....
Miss me with it on Friday
Miss me with it on Saturday
miss me with it on Sunday
now what are we gonna do
This one time, fuck punchlines
Expelled, drug charge, I lucked up
Alternative school, they got me fucked up
So I said fuck that, my math book slammed shut
I stood up, 'I'ma be famous one day'
My teacher gave me the 'Is he that dumb' face
Then made me write a whole fuckin' essay
On how I'll never make it, and present it the same day
It's all good, all good
Now I'm red carpet, this can't be real
can't believe I turned down that deal
But Emeril, ooh I'ma make that Mil'(Meal)
Then call my momma, she call her momma
Remember that crib, fuck, let's get it
But fuck this song, just remember this sentence
That bullshit, better miss me wit it
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10. |
Okay
04:26
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LYRICS.
All black benz, kush in the wind
Bumpin' old Khaled shit, 'All I Do is Win'
Switch to 50 cent, turn on Many Men like lil Kim
Everytime 50 say 'Many Men' I hit the kush again
And he say 'Many Men, wish death upon' (inhale)
These niggas fake, and evey synonym
They stalking my instagram, on facebook its 'add a freind'
But they never knew me now, and they kind of knew me then
And that's, why my weedman
Gets paid for that headband
And bitches jump on my head like Sonic do Eggman
Just tryna ball, call Lebron like 'where is Akron'
If money was sentence though, my shit would be an acronym
Thats small as hell like microbraids done by africans
Moneys not the world, but having it's sweeter than saccharine
Just trying to treat tonight like my last
The sky is the limit my ass, what we tell em
Alright Okay
Tonight is the night, Okay
We going to get right, Okay
Okay, Okay
Alright Okay
Tonight is the night, Okay
We going to get right, Okay
Okay
Drink drink, smoke smoke, all we do is party
I love my Malibu, but I want the new Ferrari
My job ain't gonna be my job They tally up them tardies
These rappers is my sons but I won't show up to Maury
Exes stressin' me textin messages, sayin sorry
Guess they ain't hear that last line, I won't show up to Maury
I was in a suite shit was bout 11 stories
With a chick that sucks more than the graphics on Atari
She called up her weedman, he fronted that headband
That old Katt Williams shit, that 'this that deaf man'
Terius Nash, one hit, I start to Dream away
Dreams of 'Ty n' Dolla Signs all dats missin is Mila J
Used to dodge me now everybody wanna see my face
Got my chips up now everybody wanna Frito Lay
But life is great, since you wanna know
Like Florida Evans playing craps, let the good times roll
Alright Okay
Tonight is the night, Okay
We going to get right, Okay
Okay, Okay
Alright Okay
Tonight is the night, Okay
We going to get right, Okay
Okay
This game is cold
But I stick to the code
It ain't bout what you know
It's bout who you know
It ain't bout what you can
It's bout what you did
And if you havn't done
Then you goin' get did
Alright ok
Glad I got that out the way
The real struggle is stayin' relevant unlike Pelle Pelle
I give my fans that TLC like Left Eye, T-Boz and Chili
And all my shows be jumping like Blake Griffin be out in L.A.
Thats why my weedman
Gets paid for that headband
That shit that have you like huh, but you heard what I said man
I got the world in my pocket, I pull it out for y'all
Now watch it drop back in the pocket thats word to Brett Favre
Critics dissin', they never listen, listen I feel for y'all
My flow like Tiger Woods' golf scores, shit so above par
Fuck what the critics say
All of these lights like Rihanna and Kanye
Tonights the night,
wait
Alright Okay
Tonight is the night, Okay
We going to get right, Okay
Okay, Okay
Alright Okay
Tonight is the night, Okay
We going to get right, Okay
Okay
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Ditto
03:10
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LYRICS.
All a nigga do...is get money
I dont een sleep, all I do is get money
Tryna take my girl, hope u made outta money
And we dont even fuck, all we do get money
U should do the same... ditto
Bout dat life...eh...ditto
She want this d, all her friends said ditto
Going H-ardy, she talking bout ditto
Ditto, ditto
My plug is like my kinfolk
I roll wit mexicano like my name is Jimmy Kimmel
You thought my whole team was rollin' round in a rental
must think that Wii U (we you), and I ain't talkin bout Nintendo's
Its levels to dis shit, Meek Mill told u Negroes
Knock out yo tooth, call it Acci Dental
Ya bitch said I'ma dog, blah blah blah blindo
If you knew I was a dog why take me out tha kennel? Trill..
Yo girl in my room tryna beam up
You can ask August, nigga Alsina (I seen her)
Nigga I Seen Her, i never owned a beemer
But I bet dat ass'll fill the whole damn backseat up
Cause im that Dude, sideee..Beanie man
Run up in your crib like I jus landed in Elysium
All about that green like the shirt on Doug Funny
Ya ask me wat I'm doin, I aint tryna be funny but
All a nigga do...is get money
I dont een sleep, all I do is get money
Tryna take my girl, hope u made outta money
And we dont even fuck, all we do get money
U should do the same... ditto
Bout dat life...eh...ditto
She want this d, all her friends said ditto
Going H-ardy, she talking bout ditto
Ditto, ditto
Your money talk, Ditto
But mines got tha last word nigga like...10-4
Talkin' cause u strapped, word, ditto
Nigga it's a wrap like the word after Reynolds
I was up in N.O. So much thought i was Creole
Collection plate wrist, coke comin back Ten Fold
Ballin' like breh, I'ma darkskin Jermy Lin though
Cause ain't shit free 'cept the space on a bingo
She came with a freind, she ain't tryna leave her
But shawty We Dem Boyz, we gone may Khalifa (Make Her Leave Her), we gone make her leave her,
I never owned a Jeep'a, but u bet that ass'll fill the whole damn backseat up
Cause im that Dude, sideee..Beanie man
Run up in your crib like I jus landed in Elysium
All about that green like the shirt on Doug Funny
Ya ask me wat I'm doin, I aint tryna be funny but
All a nigga do...is get money
I dont een sleep, all I do is get money
Tryna take my girl, hope u made outta money
And we dont even fuck, all we do get money
U should do the same... ditto
Bout dat life...eh...ditto
She want this d, all her friends said ditto
Going H-ardy, she talking bout ditto
All a nigga do...is get money
I dont een sleep, all I do is get money
Tryna take my girl, hope u made outta money
And we dont even fuck, all we do get money
U should do the same... ditto
Bout dat life...eh...ditto
She want this d, all her friends said ditto
Going H-ardy, she talking bout ditto
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