CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Survivor’s Remorse
Yeah
It's E
They never thought I would get this far
But look how far we made it
Now I got big shoes on my car (Yeah, I be comin' through)
Look how far we made it (Word)
Yeah, said look how far we made it (Word, yeah)
Yeah, oh (Yeah)
Custom everything, you know how I does it
Pockets all hundreds, still on the come-up
Lookin' like I'm on already, just gave her my number
Won't take long for me to get up in her jaws
Watch Boomerang with her, I'm against the law
I drive fast, f**k fast, drop cash
When I wanna pull somethin' up (Pull somethin' up)
Lookin' at the game, who makin' real sh*t? Just us
Ain't no justice, house worth a mil' plus
And I'm still around the way, Spike Lee with a brush
Dom K on the mic, b*t*hes be feelin' him
I don't gotta sing on the track just to get me some
I'ma be that n***a for the next few millenniums
I'll bet the pu**y taste good like a Cinnabon
Never play the minimum, YSL denim, uh
On the roulette table at New York, New York
It's E
They never thought I would get this far
But look how far we made it
Now I got big shoes on my car (Yeah, I be comin' through)
Look how far we made it (Word)
Yeah, said look how far we made it (Word, yeah)
Yeah, oh (Yeah)
Custom everything, you know how I does it
Pockets all hundreds, still on the come-up
Lookin' like I'm on already, just gave her my number
Won't take long for me to get up in her jaws
Watch Boomerang with her, I'm against the law
I drive fast, f**k fast, drop cash
When I wanna pull somethin' up (Pull somethin' up)
Lookin' at the game, who makin' real sh*t? Just us
Ain't no justice, house worth a mil' plus
And I'm still around the way, Spike Lee with a brush
Dom K on the mic, b*t*hes be feelin' him
I don't gotta sing on the track just to get me some
I'ma be that n***a for the next few millenniums
I'll bet the pu**y taste good like a Cinnabon
Never play the minimum, YSL denim, uh
On the roulette table at New York, New York
