Now let me brush off my puma's This is for the early birds and the late bloomers My fitted cocked and so is the boomer My money ain't funny, but they got a since of humor And everybody dies, but snitches die sooner Paint your shirt and room like a oklahoma sooner I'm out of this world, lunar
I've got cheese cake like juniors' The coolest kid on the school yard Higher then a uniform, scared? I got work at home, call it home work I got paper in my backpack I know you smell me, I'm the shit like an exlac... OOh! Diarrhea dwayne
Bust your fucking head, souvenir your brain You ain't talking about nothing Got your girl leaving out my house Walking out of my house funny Like her legs are telling jokes I swear you would have thought it was like a dj honcho
And we ain't talking slow, you just listening fast Boy I'm sitting on green like piss in the grass Just let me know, and the grass still grow, even if you mow I'm so n. o I hope I live until I'm five hundred and four That'll be cool
Can I roll with you baby? That'll, that'll be cool Maybe with the mercedes? That'll, that'll be cool With things that drive you crazy? That'll, that'll be cool And if you put that ice on my body? That'll, that'll be cool
I'm so two one four, you know twist man I get paper in my bag so bad like a mailman So fresh, so dope Head to the show Sitting on a white and black car with orealeo 14 Is so nice, my flow is so tight If you trying to see me leave left, go right Me and wayne on the same track, ohh I just like that With bizzile on that cadillacs, but as sharp as a thumb tack I'm so young money, get like twist dude
I can be a school boy and a "g" like ice cube Like watching next friday Move kid out of my way, it is my way, yes it is my day Boy, look at her, it's young money roll We just swerve maserati But a coke wadd with sizzle of those from universal now I ain't talking about the label I'm in a different city but were connected like cable Ya, we go straight, seven to sable We put rhymes in your head, ya'll put money on the table Weezy, thank you for blessing me "g. " Now all these girls steady asking me
Can I roll with you baby? That'll, that'll be cool Maybe with the mercedes? That'll, that'll be cool With things that drive you crazy? That'll, that'll be cool And if you put that ice on my body? That'll, that'll be cool
Now wait, let me brush off my jordans The ones and the now, I got them for recorded Mr. Big family, young money's on Plus the bus is real sharp Hey, money's real tall Yea that's right Ball till' we ball Steady grind hard
Young in the game of girls Showing black harts and stars The kid of the south runs things, they easy Believe me, I'm running hard obama to hillary It ain't over, got my green and celery It's on my dice, it's on my body, young with a felony Iced up Wayne couldn't help but notice He just bought a lambo and got me a new lotus Rolling, straight strolling, we hold that
From (the "n" word) some of when of Dat it's cold dat when it's cold that clothe that Money on top, I ain't a rockefeller But I hold up the rock, and then ain't nobody going stop, me From doing my thing in like big talk On my body I can't catch a stain or something like that Show some rumming [?] cabrain [?] the harts to ever do it So haters step up your game for real man
Can I roll with you baby? That'll, that'll be cool Maybe with the mercedes? That'll, that'll be cool With things that drive you crazy? That'll, that'll be cool And if you put that ice on my body? That'll, that'll be cool
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