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Money,Cars,Chicks

  1. Just thirsty chicks tryna see the d
  2. Ha so gifted, do it truly
  3. Tell em they close to stevie
  4. Hundred more chicks wanna get sleazy
  5. Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again
  6. Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,
  7. Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars
  8. Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars
  9. All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
  10. Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box
  11. Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
  12. I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars
  13. It's about niggas and bitches, power and money
  14. But that doesn't stop the nasty chicks from saying "fill me"
  15. While in the distance i hear passing cars
  16. Heard the sound of several gun shots
  17. So here i am at the store for some chips
  18. You spiteful little bitch taking 12 inch dicks
  19. The jiggas and the tips
  20. You old kicks won't find new chicks.
  21. Then i stabbed in their dicks
  22. Lil prps like 3 digits
  23. The city streets bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds
  24. On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets
  25. Stayed behind the bars of the prison, farthest from cars n' the women insane at best
  26. Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent
  27. And i'm still hurtin over pops
  28. While in the distance i hear passing cars
  29. A hell of motherfucking road blocks
  30. Whiskey cigars and fast cars?
  31. By spittin these bars, leave retrieved cars at the dump
  32. Self awarding, negligence of the less important,
  33. Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,
  34. Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve
  35. Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars
  36. Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars
  37. Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.
  38. Fuck, clean up on aisle six
  39. My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish
  40. Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears
  41. Cause u know that this my jam
  42. Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang
  43. But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",
  44. To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes
  45. The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox
  46. And it is to drive in all these fancy cars
  47. All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
  48. I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars,
  49. Who listens to rock n roll,who raps and lives in the ghetto
  50. Got my carry on but really wish i had a pound with me though
  51. And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets
  52. Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.
  53. Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
  54. Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
  55. Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars
  56. Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks
  57. And get me some more drugs
  58. Good kids make bad grown ups
  59. Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
  60. All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
  61. Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever
  62. I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,
  63. But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
  64. And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,
  65. I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
  66. I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,
  67. But like a porn star i'm best when to swallow
  68. The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,
  69. I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds
  70. The city streets bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds
  71. And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,
  72. I wanted a brother my mother i told her
  73. And mine somewhere bout mars
  74. Whiskey cigars and fast cars?
  75. And induct them into the mothafuckin' rock 'n roll hall of fame
  76. Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain
  77. All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
  78. Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box
  79. Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,
  80. All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

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