past my shades Past my shades Past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades Past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades Past my
past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my
past my shades Past my shades Past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades Past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades Past
[feat. Big Sean, Black Milk, T3, nVMe] [Intro: Big Sean] Aye. Aye, B.I.G. (Detroit) yeah. Look, G.O.O.D. Music, T3, Black Milk yeah (Finally famous
weather Like the stormy nights you wrote a 'Dear Ja' letter And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M O B Money
down B-O-O-S-I-E B-A-D A-Z-Z that's me (Wipe me down) Red bones, caramel, all of ?em stop and stare All of ?em tryna steal my underwear (Wipe me down
the d, you number one m.c. so give me dat microphone so i can play the past lyrics, yo i can put my thoughts over a 5 piece screw and with my words i'
B to the R A T the most eligible bitch today And these niggas wanna ride with a dime like me They say they like the way the system pound in my jeep
and whoever fall wit ya [Chorus] Cuz im on (wipe me down) [8x] Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes [4x] [Verse 2 (Lil Boosie)] B.O.O.S.I.E.B.A.D.A.Z.Z.
out son A cool breeze got my lips chap mornin' slap some Soul in my bread basket gap contain X marks the spot Twain O.C. the cut layin' A stew of empty gas in my
said that's where I gotta go So here I am, paid in the rap trade But still gettin played, for my darker shade That's not the only p-r-o-b-l-e-m Man, that
) You frontin' like this was a thing of the past With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross sided
see past guys and i can read yo mind if you like when you lyin all day in yo bed all day i be grindin all day on my J.O.B i might be young but i dont
on the block, I'm on my grind (I'm on my grind) And when I'm ducked off in the trap it's hustle time (It's hustle time) I'm bout my paper, bout my cash