Alabama Lord I'm comin' home to you [Verse 2: B.A.M.A.] My state got weight on a thousand blocks Interstate 65, get around them cops Not about to stop, got a
It's a street fight! It's a street fight! [D-Wyze] Hit hydro on the saddle never lost in a battle Movin silent with the night so all you hear is my
you gotta hustle baby ("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z]) You can't knock the hustle ba-by See I got my mind right, I'm a stay on the
you gotta hustle baby ("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - Jay-Z) You can't knock the hustle ba-by See I got my mind right, I'm a stay on the
3 A.M. an' I can't sleep Watchin' war on my TV Without the sound My family is tucked in tight But somehow, God, I feel like I let You down Did I forget
Big Sean] Okay I'm rocking all gold I feel like a Pharoah from b-b-b Bullets is bigger than arrows But in the middle of that peril I'm still rocking new
They like the way I'm walkin' (Uh, uh) You saying that you want me So press record, I?ll let you film me On your video phone Make a cameo Take me on
your friend We could have a hell of a night, through the day She blamed it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol She had her hair did, it was bound to fall Down, down for a damn, Cudi already said it A
keep on talkin' They like the way I'm walkin' You saying that you want me So press record, I'll let you film me On your video phone, make a cameo Tape
Ginzburg Coco Rocha, Kate Mimosa Alessandra Ambrosio, Anja Rubik Get Olga Kurylenko, tell her I'm very single Abbey Lee too, I'm a freak boo I'm wilding, I'm on a
buy you a car Unless you play these suckers just like B.O.B play the guitar Now here you are with your girls having drinks at the bar I say I'm buying
Your daddy got the dough that's right his people he be breakin you off yeah off In her world a boats a yacht a king size beds a cot A millions not a
'm always hearing your name And no matter where I'm at, girl, you make me wanna sing Whether a bus or a plane or a car or a train No other girls on my
to this paper I'm a couple bands down, and I'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma,
, they deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion
see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other side, f**k them tricks (f**k them) Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit
garage His lifestyle is just a little mirage He the type of cat that never had a menage Backrub, you know a little massage Tight shit you get when you
