A whole lot of bitches on go, platinum chain on glow. © 2023 The Musical Lyrics All Rights Reserved. Cookin' up dope like Chapo. All of this money, I'm moody, woo (ha-ha, let's go). Just act like everybody in the game, she said that y'all can share me. Dead and buried, dead and gone, Don't drag the river don't wait too long, Yesterday ain't coming back, Or are your chances to attack, The past is nice but it's just a lie, You might as well lay down and die, All you've got is tomorrow and what's in your fist, If you're lucky I'll put you on my list. Five, four, three, two, one. Ain't goin' vacation, that's the power of the mula. Trap on the low but I bought your whore, diamonds on froze, I'm thirty below. "Can't we all get along? " And I push a button when I need some B's (what?
And it might as well be right here, right now! If you always there for me, that's a really good look. Pull up in that Coupe, don't want no shawty. Yeah, the drank dirty (woo). She got no face, and for me, that's it (that's it). Sippin' on mud like a trap star, it's a gift, I count my blessings. I'm gettin' so busy, I'm futuristic every city I go (yeah). Times are getting rough we still get in. Smash Mouth was more of a punk band when they started, which is apparent on most of the tracks on Fush Yu Mang. Yeah, swap to Vert (swap to Vert). All these bands I'm havin', bitch gettin' silly, yeah. Put her on a jet at the Clear, that's it. I got a lot to lose, but I lost all my moods (Yeah). Small conversation, have sex, then we make make up.
I got a lot whole lot of bands in my pants, they from France. Here I go again (brr, hello). I wrap the bill up like a president. F*ck a celebrity, treat like a thot. The jaunty melody belies the serious nature of this song, which is about the 1992 Los Angeles Riots.
Tears fillin' up her pun. She Never Been to Pluto. Surfed in the bitch, Honolulu. And she got her ass lift. I can count it with my eyes closed (I woke up).
Them shits taste like Dasani. She take her time, she ride all night. High off of pills, talk with two phone, yeah, yeah. Smoke good gas (gas), might cough that. GOLDIE WILSON & ENSEMBLE: Some people's road to fame. I brought a Phantom, a new Ghost (new Ghost). Took her to the hills in Manolo heels. It kinda turn me on the way she lickin' on my stones. I need some codeine, it's curing my soul. If you don't respect yourself. I walk around, can't get sidetracked. I just wanna go and get my cake up, yeah (yeah). Yeah, got your bitch (got your bitch). One of the realest shit I ever (Torey, I know what to do with this).
I'm out of here, all the way out of here. Drippin' and drawin', while we spill, they be droolin'. I got that nigga hit for a ten-piece (Yeah). Yeah, made it squirt (made it squirt). Whip it up in the kitchen, no potatoes, got mash out.
I'm pourin' lean in the motherf*ckin' styrofoam (yeah). Lots of pink diamonds, shit done changed my mood, yeah, yeah (woo). Goin' to the moon, I'm a space cadet.