pop a few pussies that was bad feathers Million on the floor Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow And don't think about
wanna waste no time Wanna be your only one, baby Please don't break my heart [Rick Ross - Rap Verse] All white in the winter Green in the summer Painted
the player life that I know Roll the dank up, where's the 'dro Po' the drank up, where's the fo' Stackin' money all on the low And we still ridin' dirty
you sunshine and I bring you rain but still you refrain. All the other gardens are so full of flowers. They're so colouful, yeah, I spend all these hours
Still here never left just switched the style up Came through made moves to get the crowd up It's hard time, "V" time, nigga ya times up Get rowed up
em change the flow Cash don't make it, put it on hold Stand back and watch the bitch go gold (Candy paint, sittin on low) Headlights shine, blowing for
Z in the video for Hawaiian Sophie It's cool I stay low key, keep a low pro Come out crushin' shit just for fun like Co Flow Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo here
ma throw that fuckin' "young money" up And we can both watch it fall like it's bungee jumpin' Man I'm so high, next time we won't smoke all of that ounce
ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
jello Hop up out that pretty muthafucka like hello(hello)hello Ladies how you doin Dat nigga crazy girl don't say nothin 2 em(haha) Dey know dey know got white low low
take charge {"Put some money on it"} [Joe Budden] Low tints on the CL, gray coupe Only out of the cage when all hell breaks loose Focus pimpin - all
no floss Shes ready no time to stop U gonna make her wait? oh, not at all U can tell me wat it is when it [? ] When I go deep n tha paint I go hard for
soldado Puffin' on an avocado With my foot up on the throttle And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I swerve in the low-low Solo, fo sho', homies gettin'
may not come at all ('Cause tomorrow may not come at all) Who got skill? Who got hustle? Who got they family with 'em? Who pay for they muscle? Yo, it's all
, deep heart of Dixie blue Through savage progress cuts the jungle line In a low-cut blouse she brings the beer Rousseau paints a jungle flower behind
the good life, getting it. And it's the hard part; I saw stars start falling, wondered if the sky was crying I slowed my mind but the time is flying. See flow
know From that cat flow How the pictures painted Motherfuckers wisper And think I don't hear them And wonder why i'm over high And never go near them But love to all
In the darkness of Time, in the name of God Truth dies in the dying shout, Crying kisses or killer's hands And the glory grows on glorious heads... This