you like rock, rock stars And you wanna ride in a rock stars car, so Come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on yeah Come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on
tall standing on the big screen Get dough, get green, my flow sickening, It's the King nigga! [Chorus - B.o.B] Put me on anything still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on
(feat. T.I. and Playboy Tre) [Chorus: B.o.B] Put me on anything still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on the map I bet I bust This is what I does so, please
Bitches on my line, this a probate H2O flow and I don't hold gate, this is no trial, this a closed case thats why my mans flippin birds like a road rager
the whole world on your shoulders Cause people depending on you, niggaz gotta eat Now how you gon look, big pimping and big living And all the click that run with you, sleeping on
out the Clover ain't never sober Ding-dong Lil' Flip, Big Shasta and Den Den This look like a gangsta party to me, come on come in then We know we got
still gonna die Whether I'm evil or good, in the suburbs or the hood death is coming Better be like Forest Gump, and just keep on running Cause he'll be coming
feat. Billy Cook & Jr.) [talking:] Z-Ro, boy I will come down And make my pistol, hit y'all niggaz boy Y'all don't wanna mess with me nigga Bitches come
Ro:] Now every time I ride, I got a pistol on my side Screwed Up Click until it's over on the Southside I keep my mind on my money, and money on my mind
m a Clover Gee I thank you for your jewels, they look better on me You over there with a naked neck, I got three on me My baretta on me, so don't reach
depend on a soul Independently made a million then I took my benz on a stroll Now everytime I come around my partners treat me like strangers Never thought it would come
that I'm incarcarated you wanna come and visit with me but I ain't holdin no grudges Daddy I love you that's my word even though you had me sleeping on
and keep on [Hook - 2x] Keep on, and I won't stop Fuck with me, I promise I'ma make your breathing stop I keep on, with my glock cocked Living on the
, and diiiie Repping it like Southsive for live, fo' liiife I pistol grip, with motherfuckers at all times Navy blue up in the Regal, leaning to the left side 2
no running to the trunk, I got my pistol on me Cause ain't no telling when a bitch nigga, try to tun up on me I'm coming after your camp, me and my O
, I ain't tryna know ya unless you be a hustler tryna come up on some mo' bucks I'm like a male-nun with a rail gun I'm so focused on my mail son I need
catching cases, ain't shit to a nigga that do it daily Dropping salt on my enemies, till you bitches come and face me Let's get it cracking, what you waiting on
