9 Can't die a broke man with a bitch thats fine My hearts full of braveness so who the fuck will want to save this Fallen angel from fallen star and
Soldier You, you, you, you can tell I'm a soldier [4X] All I wanted to be was a soldier, bitch!! And If you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch
I rather spit something that gotta perch Champagne wishes, 30 white bitches I mean the shit is, fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous, I mean the shit is Fucking ridiculous [Pusha T:] 5 star
down through there Bounce that ass, Bounce that ass, Bounce that ass, Bounce it, [x4] She's a 5 star chick But I'm not Yo Gotti, I ain't chingalingin' I will take yo
down through there Bounce that ass, Bounce that ass, Bounce that ass, Bounce it, [4x] She's a 5 star chick But I'm not Yo Gotti, I ain't chingalingin' I will take yo
he gotta flip The other lil' nigga gave him 20 as a pounce Told him hold it down and he run up-town He came back with it but he gave the nigga 5 Nigga
Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest I Walk Around Like I Gotta
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9] I might make it look easy Thats just the way I be pimpin Makin my money Thats just the way I be pimpin They wouldnt leave me Thats
left, oh no Ran back in the store, here comes the 5-0 So I ran real quick, made a move to the back And knocked a cute bitch into a polo rack Said sorry
got the tools like Rickle To make your mind tickle For the nine nickle (Yo Red, yo Red!) Punk ass pussy ass (You ain't gotta say no more man, that's it
'n though Turn the heat up on that beef Ain't nobody cook'n though A section full of them bitches That Yo Gotti Look'n foe Yeah that's them 5 stars The
to buck shit Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call yo' click Squeeze yo' clip