big career, don't blow it Or get it blown from the top gun nigga I ain't finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga Dissin my crew you catch hot
Even if he could change he would never do it Grandma told him 'bout the living water, he prefer the sewage He don't know why he do it, desired just enslave him Addicted
Bean Baby (rockstar remix) [Chorus:] I wouldn't care if you was a dirty dog and that you hit every chick that you ever called See it wouldn't make a
like a box of chocolates, I work hard for it Plus I am awkward, uh I am an addict?s son, plus I am an addict son! I am an 8k addict, uh, Travis drums
rag back, lookin like life's so simple Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets If Trife can't cover the house, call X Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers
t no hoe-hoppin And homeboys, you need help too Forget the red and the blue, what the hell's up with you? You and your crew rather shoot me down when
She only loves my cash flow, long dough The false love of a pimp and a hoe But me and her gotta job to do Get this luggage back to the crew She got scanner
All you Trekkies and TV addicts Don't mean to diss, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fuckin' house Grab your backstreet friend and get
makes the world go round Money makes me do all things I do Hang with my homies smoke weed drink brew Ride down Belford one deep and [unverified] crew
Makin' money make the world go round When it stack up it'll make a nigga girl go down, clown Patron and Grey Goose'll get the bitch loose And after the crew
slow motion girl when my car ride by Im on that pancake and syrup Im on that pancake and syrup I love gettin high you can call me an addict Cause that
't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted You're addicted to the words you inflicted Time after time, line after line Talking 'bout the bitches that are on your mind Do they call
true what they tellin' me Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit Fantasies of us sweatin', can I hit it? Addicted
This ain't beef man I don't know what the fuck to call it But no beef Whattup X? I float like big spirit in this bitch I'm ghostly Rush me, 'cause you
through them skandalouz eyes My sister precious in poverty Plus I knew she was a freak bitch so why should it bother me? I'd probably be sprung, addicted
murderers Still G's and never C's Careful of what the jaw breakers Paper chase, parole piss test takers To make us all the roof makers Playas, best to keep your crew
me laugh You think with your class I think with my math Not with my dick, I speak on his behalf Anyone of you motherfuckin' NASCAR tunnel crews I call
with titanic panoramic view is dismantle Depressin' load with this gun hold Wild like a sun sold for cash Guns traded for sensi and hash crack for ass Entire crews