lirik lagu 810twbmusic - 3 minutes 10 seconds
broke my tape c-ssette adapter on a rail road track
bang my hand against my radio the screen went black
shove my cd in the player but the audios whack
sounding fuzzier than furbies in a polar bears -ss
but i ain’t pay a dime, for the whip and the gas
or the black ice hanging on the side of my dash
acting slick playing eazy, wiz khalifa, and mac
smoking doobie in the front, fall asleep in the back
i got smoke stained cloth, that more than covers the roof
ashin cookie in a bottle of some old mountain dew
platinum blunt addict backwood wrapping the lettuce
use a little bit of dab juice, sprinkle a lemon
i like em, sweet not sour, pucker face and a downer
paid one ben, for an ounce of the flower
got d-mn, got the plug, call my man the 220
dude gets amped when i’m coming with money
he knows i’m buying him out, got the strongest in town
now my trunk filled with baggies like a methadone house
i ain’t ever used a needle cause the tats never count
if they did, that’s a habit i’d be worried about
y’all don’t see the things that i see, breathe the air that i breathe
a r saying awe sh-ts, don’t know how you n-z-
me becoming legend or me hanging with a posse
mother f-cking clowns flipping off the paparazzi
lately my insurance be the reason i ain’t purchase
heels and purses for my lady or the baby blue avis
ray bans pricey, h-lla fine and wavy
know i can afford it but i’m saving till i’m 80
i just tripled my annual income from last year
almost six digits that’s a hundred what i’m near
soon to run a business, ima open up a shop
with a studio on bottom and a loft at the top
so i can live in that b-tch, making money how i want
nice tan walls, leather couch and a dim switch
wine cellar doors, painted pictures on canvas
rockefeller o’s get delivered on spanish
rice burner foreign what they really pushin
yikes nike’s that be squeakin like a whoopie cushion
you ain’t spendin cash on original sneaks
cause i notice scuff marks on your mother f-cking fest
man i hope to god, pray to the lord
you say you really christian that you praising dior
when you see me out in public may you open the door
show respect to the colonel for you pushin the floor
i don’t plan on being top 5, top 3, top 1
ima be the best, and ain’t n-body outdone
a god, messiah, a pharoah, a king
so refer to me as master when your calling my name
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