Tena Jones - BBBB lyrics

[Intro] So what's the moral to the million dollar story? It ain't about money. It's more about making something out of nothing. And if you can draw inspiration of that. That sh** million dollars. sh**! That's even more than a million dollars [Hook] (Still led a thug life I'm still an outlaw Me and God cool While you prayin' on my downfall (X3)) Did the sh** without y'all Come to your crib Give your shots and draw blood Like a doctor making house calls [Verse] Boss, boss, boss, b**h Every cross frost bit Ross bit, every bar sit ,this is dog sh** In your yard b**h This is so disrespectful b**hes know 'bout the gliss and glow This a neck for Loop a time Lotus Do it large, pulling up at the nudy bars In stupid cars, and supercharge Rovers We superstar Novas, we shinin' We super ballin' do it all over We grinding, Who are y'all? We're the ones who get the harsh words from critics See my mind might forgive it But my heart won't forget it man I'm hard work committed, my lyrics paint pictures And my artwork is vivid Just a hard working n***a See I'm the ace, I'mma take your man's place Jack a king for his queen then it's the house rules In the 90's it was cut off khakis and house shoes Now it's panamera Porches With the panoramic view Down Atlantic avenue That's Long Beach n***a Home of the LBC crew Dynamics and dog pound If you say you COB That b**h pulling her drawers down A wet clit with a piercing My b**h p**y rock a five carat earring Dive in to that crotch quick Treat it like a motherf**ing Slaughterhouse, mosh pit In this pacific division I got an eye future, don't make the guy shoot you That's when your karma screw you I call karma sutra, I beg your pardon screw ya Ye I'm brongo brol go west into and Make you p**y strict man I Uncle Luke you My crew too live for you motherf**ers We independent July 4th you motherf**ers Crooked got the word play of a Lupe Fiasco And the gun play, will souffle, your toupee, you a**holes! It's a new day, look at my life path Even though it's melamine in my pigment I grew up living equivalent to white trash Why ask, the reason I buy jags Without blinking the eyelash at the price tags My past is so f**ed up, it's quite sad But I went from homeless to property on the white sand p**y, pot, and promethazine I sold every drug While you s**ed a dick of a petty thug You ain't ready love Crooked's part of the spaghetti club He's giving b**hes meat and balls He's everything he said he was Chrome 38 45 9's a metamorphosise my grind This is organized crime All I see is COB it's like I'm borderline blind And I'll die for it now Since we was born to die fine No nuts, no glory Until they close the book on my million dollar story [Hook] [Outro: Tena Jones] Still led the thug life I'm still an outlaw Still led the thug life I'm still an outlaw