we fuckin'
Singer:banks, lloyd
ten years later tens feel like change
take cover muthafuckers gon' feel my rage
shit i'm droppin all this heavy
bet they get the steel like james
everything cool calm i'm witty
mean a knock half off coupon ya feel me?
these bitches on call they could have a ball
ego so tall make my haters look small
truckin' when the snow fall
fuck em' till they toes curl
but you can have her back
she ain't got no job and i won't have her back
out of my habitat. catch a contact
steaming on that magic pack. this the coolest nigga breathing
not the average rap. money stacks through the ceiling
you can bring your friends
i just met shorty tonight and we fuckin'
i don't even know her name but her body off the chain
and i'm trying to show her something
imma end this champaign and throw all this money up in the sky like its nothing
there's a master mind behind these eyes. sure thing
knew i'd make it back in '95
'94 '93 maybe '92 nigga we ain't even
fuck respect. loaded tech
no respect for the rival crew
times is hard and you strugglin' nothing i can do
survive or get slaughtered by somebody's boo
my chick look like a model and your chick. i don't plan on falling back
you got the 6 still see me
in case a chick try to tease me
i'm killing in the worst way
drilling on the first day
imma hit it till she squirt
now look at all this cake
its starting to feel like my birthday