then sell you back like an auction. Okay? I am affiliated with DJ Drama And this Just Blaze track has just met Jeffery Dahmer I am a bingo on the beat like Carson Palmer And them
Helicopter pad for when I make them private escapes So when it?s time to get that money nigga I?m never late I?m still the prince of the O-town Make them
to the future, sold out arenas We take 'em to the cleaners, calm ya nerves This is the man who provided more jobs For blacks than armed services Cut them corners, stay ahead of them
that Yo Gotti He's the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti Sittin down with the plug, bout to order up some taco's Talkin' velveeta hella chips
right I'ma, you're damn right I'ma Go getta, go getta, go getta In the immediate state they callin' me Will Smith Gotta thing on ma side you can call dat Jada Them
So these are the figurines Acting out all the scenes before my eyes I thought I knew them all by name But they started looking much the same And it's
wanted to hear, oh-ho You took my emotions and scattered them on the ground So hard to just pick up, and move on with life, again And now I'm shattered (Ooh) (From the chip
best to check it For ten years I been connected to the top of this Hold your breath, kid, I'm never droppin' this Too busy rollin' off them fat chrome
player hustler or whatever, that he realizes that he needs that companionship of the women strong women to hold him down through them cold nights through them hard chips
on them bricks So he'll go decide to do a kick door And pull a few licks Some of them parents on drugs Some of them never been loved Some of them want
of them I put on But they just left, they said they was riding to the death But where the fuck are they now, now that I need them I don't see none of them
on the God son that I haveni??t done, I got a lot of problems, getting p*ssy just isni??t one, Girls are like buses every 15 mins they run, Now there like potato chips
me, Call me fellow of reserve cuz I make money, And then I waste money, My chain so sunny, I got them carrots so I share it with them snow bunnies, Yo
likkle problems Third time 'round you have to beg them to stay, no You need to 'low it Remind her who wears the trousers These women forgetting their roles Tell her I said no, you roll them
with consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music shit Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man I bake them
Especially when a nigga wanna stunt like Jeezy And his CDs' didn't sell like his CDs' Man, that nigga blew all of his chips on dem breezies Mad 'cause
's your lifeline, sqeezing my nine the right time 'K imma floss life, feds almost bagged the guard twice Bizare nights move on the grace of a lost light All them
