fly, no lie and you know this Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused Ya boy gettin? paper, I buy big cars I need fly rides just to drive in my garage
blow I'ma take my niggaz and bitches wherever I go So don't forget about me, don't forget about me I know, I know Now due to me, me and my truancy Running
coup up You brang the bail when I was caged up And back and forth the court to the lawyer now we case shut You found the numbers in my phone, you was my
Ain't nothin' like the love of my life She likes the finer things and fuck with niggaz whose money is right Ain't nothin' like the love of my life She
to god tonight and I'm hoping I don't catch a case Trying ride the wave in a deep sea 'Cause I like to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking
con tequila! Troppo pepe per Pepito Troppe pupe per Pepito Come s'e sciupato Com'e dimagrito Che fara? Orchestra Troppo pepe per Pepito Troppe pupe per Pepito
: Hola Don Pepito Hola Don Jose ?Paso Usted por mi casa? Por su casa yo pase. ?Vio Usted a mi abuela? A su Abuela yo la vi. Adios Don Pepito Adios
Aguardiente con tequila! Troppo pepe per Pepito Troppe pupe per Pepito Come s'e sciupato Com'e dimagrito Che fara? Orchestra Troppo pepe per Pepito Troppe pupe per Pepito
bout (Uh Uh) Yea, My man Bruno just stepped in You know how we living it up We all gettin money (ha) thats what he like to say Fuck It... Its My Life
head, nigga ride I'm trying to make the most of my hustler (I gotta hustle) Been there, done that, so I can live out all my dreams (live out my dreams
ride (full speed ahead) Due to my political ties I can't roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side) And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya You'
it runin through my blood You aint bout dat money Well honey I dont give a fuck trynna ball wit a hoodie on Cost about a stack Got my booty shorts
all my niggas know they can call on me for anything (I served 10 years straight up um in them 10 years I lost everything I loved my pops my moms Can
you know I'm rolling with the thugs [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!).... get tore down for my
dipset it's more than just music now it's a way of life its more than the 200 hundred years of blood sweat and tears you understand me for all my ballers my
't nothin Like the love of my life She likes the finer things & fuck with niggaz whose money is right Ain't nothin Like the love of my life She love the
my vest and I'm tucked up with my boys in back [Chorus: Jim Jones] You dont want it with them niggaz While you niggaz steady bitching my niggaz gettin