People worship these idols 'Til they come in contact with Gods Hoes is all my disciples You get mind fucked with these broads Life is just a recital, better remember all that you practice When I die, throw a couple bad bitches in my casket (Woah) Think it's time for a revolution Me and my dawgs 'bout to start a riot You still there sleeping when I'm eating You and your people are on a diet Tim Allen off home improvement Tell the... we going stupid This some new shit
Hit the strip club, see some hoes that I went to school with Out in London like Lennox Lewis Bitch looking like Farrah Fawcett I'm just tryna make better music Get this money, share the profits Now this class getting led by students Smoke some weed, get head while I do it Started out all underground They didn't fuck with me, now they all coming around Money I'm hunting it down Planting the seeds Working and watching it grow I got so many ways I can make money, I'll always be straight I just thought you should know Been on my grind, taking whats mine I got my eyes on the throne I'mma be fine, no matter the time We all go along with the show
That girls beautiful, somebody introduce me She aint your girl tonight, naw that bitch a groupie There some money in the building better give it to me See you staring at me like you in the movies Now you watching movies Looking at my life just like you watching movies Looking at my life just like you watching movies Looking at my life just like yiou watching movies
People worship these idols 'Til they come in contact with god Hoes is on my disciples You get mind-fucked by these broads Life is just a recital, better remember all that you practice When I die, throw a couple bad bitches in my casket Woah, fuck a day job, fuck a day job Got your bitch hittin' just just a tank top Gettin' paid, blow my face off Bitch your bank fraud, Bernie Madoff Education, interracial LL Cool J without the Kangol I don't see the need to stunt Wish you the best, I'mma just light up this blunt
This bitch love me long time, don't know why she wouldn't Say my dick could win the Heisman Yeah I'm Charles Woodson Couple million off a tour, that's a lot of bookies My bitch is gorgeous looking imported From the short of Brooklyn Coming from out of the 'Burgh, bitch I'm absurd Fuck you up, hope you insured Hatin', I'll just give you what you deserve that's my word Put it all on my worth Chin on my grind, taken what's mine I got my eyes on the throne I'mma be fine, no matter the time We all go along with the show yo
Compositor:Publicado em 2013ECAD verificado fonograma #5948201 em 04/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM