And it hurts because I'm acting like I don't care I was stuck so we f-ck, call it make up sex Call it magic, she tried to leave, she come back She gotta
in a crazy way Some say they sold the yay' And know they couldn't get work on Labor Day It ain't that black and white It has an area the shade of gray
up, come here let me coach you, hold up Freeze, hey Somebody bring me back some money please, hey I got a million ways to get it, choose one Hey, bring it back, bring it
so hard I could make it melt I mean the flow so solar every bar Could power an electric car My, my, my, whips is side by side He just talkin', mine's
spitting like I ate a jalapena I'm from uptown, my bitch from Argentina My pockets on fat like Joey Cardigena Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault And when it come
fishes Man, this shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous Success is what you make it, take it how it come A half a mil' in twenties like a billion where I'm from An
ass a whole thirty But right now you can get it for a low number The fish scale white, same color my hummer Zone six polar bears never see summer It
don't know anymore, what are hits Is it the beat? Is it the rap Is it a finger snap? Rr the same 808 clap And how do we adapt and get TRL votes When 13
when you come around it reads no entry, who's next to go, my flows so flexible, get gas, then get at me, Texaco, shoot yourself in the leg, plexico white
gettin' back to a has-been? Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flatscreen (Haha) Plasma Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got
want that money" "I'm back, Max" "Come on, Leo, we can do it" Step one, find the play See it, swirl it, touch it, kiss it Hello, Mister Liebkind "Guten
shot, get it dicks nuts Your just small boats little pricks Girl you think that other pricks hot I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match 'Fore I sit back and let 'em get
like it's just an ankle sprain Ain't no one could do it better More hits than Eddie Guerrerra The flow like Eddie Monster praying at the competitors It
, anything I don't mean Like whats up with your best friend? We could all have some fun, believe me And whats up with these new niggas? And why they think it all comes so easy But get it
I hit the beat hard, Bobby Bouche I keep them tools on me, Get the screwface, Flowers for the dead, Here's a bouquet, L.V.s nigga on every suitcase, Y.M. nigga it
a foreign language to y'all And I call it like I see it and my glasses on But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on Satisfied with
, out come the chicks of they panties and Bras Come on I said come on (Pusha T verse 3) I 3D it, if I say it you can see it No red and blue lenses
a zone, I'm gone Cot damn, it's a new day Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money Cot damn, when that white hits the pan And comes back hard, I can account