ball till I die, why? 'Cause I'm a Play B O Y Hey, pull up in a Benz, hoodie and my Timbs Hologram rims, a lot of Benjamin's I shop till I drop, I stunt
of the bed Till you're overwhelmed kiss you from your stamche to your neck To your back to your thigh to the middle of your wham Keep going and going till
wanna liv tonight! I just wanna liv tonight away! I just wanna liv tonight! I just wanna liv my life, babe! New York, L.A., Chicago, V.A., Saint Louis
the river don't run Same thing make you laugh, make you cry I got them rocks, them yellow diamonds and that oh oh oh bling I'm a spit it till I really
be killin' me, talkin', ballin' and can't dribble Bid 70 kibble, menage tua was civil Crystal y'all, head from all, 18 ta' 80 bar Hit the mall nigga and shop 'till
't heard, that playa bad St. Louis nigga to the end, with a fo'-fo' mag And 'till them 'tic niggas kick in, let a fire bag The party just would not begin, 'till
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, we hit another city Cold macking in the game is all we do Me and the boys called "The Dangerous Crew" I used to be local till I signed with Jive Too
niggas talk about me, they don't know when to stop I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle holdin' the glock No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop I wait till
valley night Miguel carried Louis' body over his shoulder down a swale To the creekside and there in the tall grass Louis Rosales died Miguel lifted Louis
your favorite style is some beaten birds You out where? We don't ever see you My niggas out here, they spot me like Chippy D. And I'm probably smoking reefer till
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get on the mic and show you're real Well I'm the devastatin' never fakin' Always keep your body shakin' Steady rockin' never stoppin' Keep your body always jockin' Rock the beat, shock the beat Till
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respect with the fat thighs Plus her guns for the revolution Would straight leave her if she prostituting Yo, my girls the bomb, intelligent mind Sky blue Louis
on for the chase and they want us to come and get it Plus they love a young thug that?s overflowin? with swag And keeps his woman all draped in new Louis Vuitton bags And Louis