(Music: Thomas Kirschler) (Lyrics: AdMeyer) Seven years or maybe more We've been waiting for his second coming We've almost forgotten 'bout the pain
mold her I'm just tryin to show her how a baller and a roller sleep one place, sell the pie to keep the engine runnin then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard
: (Music: Thomas Kirschler) (Lyrics: AdMeyer) Seven years or maybe more We've been waiting for his second coming We've almost forgotten 'bout the pain
baby bon appetite I got that shrimp appetizer with that dark meat If shorty wanna creep I'll bring her home with me Just bought some candles and that Carl Thomas
baby, bon-appetite I got that shrimp appetizer with that dog meat If shorty want to creep, I bring her home with me Just bought some candles and that Carl Thomas
nigga Ride till' da death I'll acapella the whole left side of his chest Not retiring still got dat pension pending Tryna pop da hood and see da engine
nigga ride to the death I?ll acapella the whole left side of his chest Not retiring still got that pension pendin Tryna pop the hood and see the engine
out Capitalistic driving force got no remorse But I feel shit catching up Time wrappin' up Shyne had enough, still I can't have enough Something bout the engine
of his fuel injection, system all before yeah she used to diss him Now she knows money on down to his pistons and his engine, or let's say his chassis