t really give a f*** Rocking these diamonds I'm rocking this chain Make sure you get a picture I'm rocking my fame To be what you is You gotta be what you are The only thing I'm missing
[Chorus] A little sugar, honey suckle lamb Great expression of happiness Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses Such would astound you The joy of
Right under the barrell, I'm sure I wont miss Say a prayer I don't care, I'm here for the money Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one Six shots pop,
you in hopes that i could steal you back but it's like every intersection we just missed each other you got your fans waitin' tell me you ain't six feet
and this livin' Like everyday's my birthday, know what I'm gettin' And reserved for top notch, that's where I'm sittin' Me and my friends and found six Miss
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit
Listen x2 (Verse 1) From the morning to the evening Complaints from the tenants Got the walls kickin like they six months pregnant Drinking Alaze with
like I don't know the doctor said for like six weeks You know we had reconstruct I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw I looked in the mirror, half my jaw was missing
like Spalding, shootin dice like POOL Plus in up in the club, for free cause I got HOOKED I never buy drinks, for bitches Unless this bitch my misses
her momma did not agree And tore apart our happy home in Memphis Tennessee I said help me information, more than this I cannot add Only that I miss
playa for life, It's plain to see, u can't change me, 'cause Im'a be ya playa for life, Yo it's plain and see u can't change me..... hey excuse me miss
that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Mister, I'm too good to call or write my fans This'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six
still feel the same? Or has time put out the flame? I miss you is everything okay? It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours Since you went away I miss
ambition fit I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch Sing it niggas, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this Lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six
one big borough of Dons with firearms And we never use those, til the man act other than he's 'sposed to, {nigga} what I'm 'sposed to do? Shots whistle, damn near missed
ass mind They'll say tricks are for kids, most chicks woulda slid But who ain't miss a visit through the six that you did I'll be damned if I do another six
'S GOOD FOR YOU!" And then she tied me to the wall And stuck a funnel in my mouth And force fed me nothing but sauer kraut Until I was twenty-six and
meet ya Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script Betta check what the wind just blew in Betta think again, it's a preacher wid ah grin On ah mission