do it when i know that i could get some help yo take my number, let it marinate, don't even wonder how i turned a winter's night into summer ponder, in ya mind, this
the sushi bar, drinkin' saki I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers like Liberace To all my 223 spitters, hustlers, paper go getters Seven digit
the flows iglasa *sounds of fighting* [Verse Three: Inspectah Deck] Ha ha ha ha, yo What you know about this, specialist armed dangerous Hit you close range with this
the time So that rabbit that you thought about that whole summer The next summer you didn't want that rabbit no more You wanted something bigger and better So the summer
to set it at time my first pathetic Nature one of The Firm, our work's phonetic As seven digits, first class trips for summer never is it Outlaw remain
of time? [You can't run from yesterday] There's nothing perfect In this broken paradise [In this world of misery] Just tryin to make it one more day- [Bridge] With this
two of my niggaz with me and we about to shut the industry down Aiyyo Wheezy let's get it poppin! [Lil Wayne] Hit me! Front that shit this the south
office max see me for that paper... you workin for short bread ain't my money long youngin... bxtch I'm on trappin more digits than a phone number different time
It's Summer time Break it down Heart attack On the same path as a dart and tack. Hold you cause I need you there Take it cause its only fair Whatcha
can "Yo, is this your man?" "No." Grab the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman." Bling! Gold chain gleam "You're very eligible for my summer league team." Maybe
catcall with dead walkers I'll send a postcard form the Nang If I can get onto the roof in time to hang From the leg of this last chopper Son of an
of the story is this You aint lickin' this, you aint stickin' this And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with They aint hit shit till they stuck they tongue in this
's so much more than a digital headshot. This is everybody's one last chance. This is everyone, so someone better stop me somehow. This is how I feel
shave i like to serve my dope wet cuz it weigh a hella lot more u can smell the residue n the fumes from next do' turf superstar, microwaves n pickle jars potrtable digital
bar, drinkin saki I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers, like Liberace To all my 223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters Seven digit figures
stoope Cause look we get chalupa, cha cha cha cha cha cha chalupa love [Verse 2:] Winter time, I'm heated why they frigid Lenox ave boy working with 8 digits Summer time