I Came I Saw (feat. Rick Ross) - Kwesta & Kabza De Small

Whip with the peanut butter insides, yeah Dip if you tryna kill a nigga vibe, yeah Slid to the crib, I'm in her insides, yeah She said, "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah She said, "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah She said, "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah She said, "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah Your name will never die, lil' homie Woah (Maybach Music) Niggas wanna kill me 'cause I'm rockin' stones (Huh) Diamonds on my neck, I'm in another zone (Huh) Wings on my whip, I pray we meet again (Woo) Jealousy is obvious, no, I don't need a lens Got my homie's name tatted all over my flesh That boy a hustler to the core Got it correct (Huh) Murals of Nipsey (Huh) Reppin' for X (Woo) They wanna wet William, Russian roulette Whip with the peanut butter insides, yeah Dip if you tryna kill a nigga vibe, yeah Slid to the crib, I'm in her insides, yeah She said "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah Whip with the peanut butter insides, yeah Dip if you tryna kill a nigga vibe, yeah Slid to the crib, I'm in her insides, yeah She said, "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah She said, "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah She said, "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah (Aye) She said, "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah

Last time I saw him He sweetly kissed my lips Last time I saw him He said, "I'll be back for more of this" Last time I saw him We were crying at the bus I knew he hated leaving But he had to set us up I gave him money I know I invested well Mamma doesn't trust him But he loves me I can tell Each day the greyhound Arrives at nine o' clock But I don't start my crying 'Till that last man's gotten off Last time I saw him Last time I saw my honey Last time I saw him He was greyhound-bound But I'm still waiting here Without a fear That bus will someday turn around I had no letter It's been six months, maybe better I try forgetting him But I love him more then ever I have decided I've waited long enough If there was nothing wrong He would return right on that bus There must be trouble So I'm leavin' on the double If he can't get to me I know he needs me desperately Last time I saw him Last time I saw my honey Last time I saw him He was looking fine And as he waved goodbye He said don't cry I'm coming back, come rain or shine Last time I saw him Last time I saw my honey Last time I saw him He was greyhound-bound And as he waved goodbye He said don't cry honey I'm coming back, come rain or shine La de da, la da do Do la da da, da da da Last time I saw him He was looking fine And as he waved goodbye He said don't cry I'm coming back, come rain or shine

You can tell how I walk I'm a boss (I'm a boss) You can tell how I speak I'm a king (I'm a king) You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk You can tell how I speak, I'm a king You can tell how I walk I'm a boss (I'm a boss) You can tell how I speak I'm a king (I'm a king) You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk You can tell how I speak, I'm a king 1: T.I. When I'm walkin' up, I'm bossin' up And not even on purpose bruh You talk too much, you soft as fuck Your type I've seen it all too much You don't want no boss, uh, and we knew it And life for you or we make you cough it up, and keep going I welcome you to danger zone Now you continue on at your own risk And I ain't scary shit cause when it's on, it's on And I ain't gonna be backing down for shit I'm ridin' chrome, going home with Hawaiian chick I ran a major operation, you shit minor a bit I walk like [?] designer cool cat around this bitch And when I speak to you, King shit is all you get, nigga You can tell how I walk I'm a boss (I'm a boss) You can tell how I speak I'm a king (I'm a king) You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk You can tell how I speak, I'm a king You can tell how I walk I'm a boss (I'm a boss) You can tell how I speak I'm a king (I'm a king) You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk You can tell how I speak, I'm a king 2: Rick Ross Who fuckin' with fat boy, I traffic my body weight So much cake in the club damn near caught me a fair case My old school is running Gatorade in my Chevy My money is safe, I'm runnin' last [?] We barricaded in front, the waterfalls in the back Enough crack for a month, you smell it all in my raps Niggas wanna be famous, I want the luxury tax Not one of my checks like my company facts I'm pumpin' my gas comin' down Cleveland Ave How much a nigga worth? Ho don't even ask Ten mill with Diddy, I'm getting money with Tip When you see me in the city then it's money we get You can tell how I walk I'm a boss (I'm a boss) You can tell how I speak I'm a king (I'm a king) You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk You can tell how I speak, I'm a king You can tell how I walk I'm a boss (I'm a boss) You can tell how I speak I'm a king (I'm a king) You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk You can tell how I speak, I'm a king 3: T.I. He in more shit, sure get the call he know He go too far, twenty west he better holla at them A nigga catch [?], Hustle Gang at ho Say Trae The Truth gon' cut the fool, give 'em fifty to go You the [?], we don't mention it though Told you before who about that action but you weren't listening though I'm in the BM got you [?] She fucked 3 ho bust in her throat then she one homie proposed We in the Lambo raising the dough Acting like an Atlanta nigga never made it before We actin like we never made it before In case I ain't say it before, 2014 Till I got a .40 Cal and 2000 in my jeans, nigga You can tell how I walk I'm a boss (I'm a boss) You can tell how I speak I'm a king (I'm a king) You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk You can tell how I speak, I'm a king You can tell how I walk I'm a boss (I'm a boss) You can tell how I speak I'm a king (I'm a king) You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk You can tell how I speak, I'm a king

Huh! (Just Blaze) A month ago, I gave a chick a hundred stacks Straight to Neiman Marcus, young bitch had a heart attack Oh man, I love my bitches Bottles, Beamers, brand new Benzes Barbies, ballerinas, and Britneys Barbra Streisand edition Bentleys Bricks, big face hundreds in bundles Boy, I'm a boss, I rose from the jungles God forgives and these killers won't In a room full of heathens, good niggas die alone Better start taking notes as I'm taking tokes The hood wanna see you die and they taking votes My vision always mentioned coke My women never sit in coach Oh man, I love my bitches Tongue kissin' a dark skinneded vixen 50, 60 racks, I might go blow a hundred though Jet owner, G5, where you wanna go? Fuck your ex's baby, really, that's your past Load up your carry-on's and all of this is cash Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches Tryna bring you into my world, baby Just stand there, you the canvas, I'ma paint the picture You never met another nigga, you know, fuck it, take it Am I really just a narcissist? 'Cause I wake up to a bowl of lobster bisque And I wake up on some mobbin' shit With a great view and half my niggas swappin' bricks It's just a way of life For the king of diamonds, so I gotta stay the night 50 cash in the Louis for the chicken wings Started in a neighborhood and now we on to bigger things Large clique of my constituents Combination to the safe, straight to the Benjamins Living life to the fullest was the emphasis Making love to Mary J's "Reminisce" Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches It was all good just a week ago Paper tag on the Panamera, my speakers blow My bitch sittin' cute, she left her panties home Suckin' the dick of the don, I'm talking Miami's own (Money like) LeBron James, (money like) Dwyane Wade (Play it right) peelin' two off the dealership in the same day (Say it right) paid like Mark Clayton, Mark Duper Soon as niggas start hatin', start shootin' Come along, money longer than Olajuwon's Lotta ones, all the bitches, yeah, the model ones Tongue-pierced, dick-sucked, yeah, the swallow ones 50 million, I'm the only one that got it done Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches Oh man (Maybach Music)

[Feat. Rick Ross & Mavado] [Jah Cure:] Jamaica, stand up! [Rick Ross:] Yeah! To all rude boys in the capital Cure again [Mavado:] Ye-e-eh Jah Cure: Meet me up in Kingston Put me on your radar I'd be out there hustlin' Gettin' to the paper Come to my neighborhood Be on your best behavior You don't wanna test, we put the G in the Gangsta Original mangler I can rearrange ya Giving you ordinarily to the danger I own the block, bitch Acting like a stranger Boy, I'm a major Shots callin' like I see it [x2] [Rick Ross:] Count a half of million In the back sit of the Phantom Burn out all the killers just to see my niggers had them Stacking up the paper like it's going out of style No love for the judge Money longer than the trail Heart full of anger got a pocket full of honeys Burnin' onion in the chalice all you suckers getting punished Lick a shot for Dudus if you're real, mother fucker Blaka! Blaka! Two times if you're real, mother fucker Big 45 for my old G5 Stacks on deck but it so behind Never leaving my competition breathing Jah Cure pushing Lamborghinis through Kingston Shots callin' like I see it [repeats] [Mavado:] See me I was caught up in the fast lane Hustle till morning Never stop until the cash came Really "Mister Make It" is my last name Life is like a poker, but I never played my last game You see me Now they wish they coulda be me Was born in the gully, now I'm big in every city (Ha ha) Now I'm gaining every penny Send me to this world again and I'm a make it pretty Heathen best agonize when we rise Smoking cush and have a girl by my side Peeping Tom with them eye open wide Nah tell you something, I ah snide Shots callin' like I see it [x4] [Jah Cure:] Every ghetto Every gully Every lane We don't need no visas To come through your speakers See me in a video Cleaner than a preacher Turn to pay-per-view five nights and me feature You give me respect In return, I'm a treat ya Youth, I'm a reach her Message, I'm a teach her That we go on, we have no time for the leisure Music, we be smuggle in a room for the seizure Pass me a reason Shots callin' like I see it [x4] [Jah Cure:] Every ghetto Every gully Every lane Don't bring trouble on my way Unless you wanna pay Hear the words I say Coming from the Bossman Almighty This one for the streets For the youth in them in the hot of tha city We ah huslte dis hit to everywhere yes hear me Cure to the World Looking for me up in Kingston Put me on your radar I'd be out there hustlin' Gettin' to the paper Come to my neighborhood Be on your best behavior You don't wanna test, we put the G in the Gangsta Original mangler I can rearrange ya Giving you ordinarily to the danger I own the block, bitch Acting like a stranger Boy, I'm a major Shots callin' like I see it Jamaica, Stand up! Yeah! Ye-e-eh