Or I could talk about some ounces in a backpack. Talk about a fitted, talk about a snap back. Something simple, or something real abstract. About the war, talk about
I could talk about some ounces in a backpack. Talk about a fitted, talk about a snap back. Something simple, or something real abstract. About the war, talk about
them If you don?t know, I?m from the burbs Everything I drop recorded by Big Germ I smoke herb I make music I don?t even talk about it, I just do it!
the door, and I'm everybody Problem Stuntin in some other Jordan Nines I got Phil knight talkin about "How you got Them? " Let's talk about the cars ya
high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it's all white (Huh!) Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes Meek Mill [Meek Mill
(verse 1) Laborginis Ferraris & Bentleys we boats and jetskis Cristal Don-P tha kush the P.T. two facts about me bitch ask about me big cats around me
the door, and I'm everybody Problem Stuntin in some other Jordan Nines I got Phil knight talkin about "How you got Them?" Let's talk about the cars ya
king on the track I composed several classics You know like top back, dope boys, Bring em out, and what you know about that Now they ask how I talk what you know about
500, G 450, G550, Thats Airplane Talk I'm The Aviator Man Baby AR Shoot Your Baby Out Your Hands Spaghetti And Corn Bread, Mix Got Me Blunted, There's No Talk Abouts
off '09 Kickin' in the door, and I'm everybody problem Stuntin' in some other Jordan Nines I got Phil Knight talkin' about "how you got them?" Let's talk about
Shame what the MAC will do, K's spit faster I make a ass of you, save the theatrics Watch like a quarter mill', chain like double that I ain't got to talk about
show you how that mac feel I'm like she ? in the corner of that backfield ? or get your motherfucking cap pilled? rolling and then swerving and ? through ur neighborhood let my money do the talking
up to par I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars I'm talkin' rent money, I'm talkin' bank money I'm talkin' Martha Keats step of with
bitch i aint tryna share my plate Whats good fam, i love money, i will marry cake. Get a rich bitch like Ashley and Mary Kate. And i aint talking about
