If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night (yeah!) If I'm lookin' for something' then it's probly a fight If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight If that's dead, then the head better be right (C'mon) Here we go again, fuckin right Dog man X baby,

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that) So it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. Fight

Let's show 'em how to live this life Show 'em how to live this life I wanna break you off like right now What a beautiful life Oh shit I'm finally famous And I'm rolling with the motherfuckin' top down How can you blame us? And I'ma need that penthouse

I don't really want no friends I don't really want no friends, no I don't really want no friends, I don't really want no friends, no It's fuckin' TR3YWAY! It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen Uh, you got the right one, mm L-let these-l-let these

I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow I know it's corny niggas you wish you could unswallow I found you, somewhere out You too wild, you too wild Right now, right now I was lost and beat up We surrounded by the fuckin' wolves" Lost out,

Really babe, you fucking with a vibe right now I usually keep it pushing I don't ever stick around I move so swift they call me Taylor But now you got me feeling easy like a lay up We messing with feeling unknown right now If I let you hit would I be

It's so easy, easy It's so easy When everybody's tryin' to please me baby When everybody's tryin' to please me But nothin' seems to please me It all fits so right When I fade into the night So fucking easy

Hell yeah, hell yeah Fuckin' right (And we say) Hell yeah Fuckin' right, all right Interviews are like confessions Do you love this shit? Are you high right now? Do you ever get nervous? Are you single?

I'm not fucking around I think I'm coming out All the deceivers and cheaters I think we've got a bleeder right now Maybe you're the runner-up But the first one to lose the race Almost only really counts in Horseshoes and hand grenades Demolition,

I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a Thug in your life Cause busters ain't lovin' you right What's happenin' Not motherfuckin' double are, Richie Rich What's happenin' baby,