OUR DE$TINY

(EVILGIANE)
(Surf Gang, bitch)
Yeah
You know what I'm sayin'?
Babyxsosa in this mothafucka (Surf)

Uh, ride in the Maybach and, no, I'm not Ross (huh, yeah)
I just told Sosa that she is the boss (yeah)
We livin' our life and we livin' it large (livin' it large)

I was born like this, I can not fall
I been like this, I'm not like y'all
(I been like this, I'm not like y'all)
I can't go to the mall, I'm bigger than the mall
(I can't go to the mall, I'm bigger than the mall)
Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad
(Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad)
Put a bag on the bitch, they killed 'em in broadlight
(Put a bag on the bitch, they chillin' in the garage)
Got my niggas outside, waitin' in the car
(All my niggas outside, they waitin' in the car) yeah
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah)
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah)
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah)
Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad
(Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad)
Homixide, Homixide, yeah

Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad
Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad
Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad
Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad
Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad
Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad

Uh, ride in the Maybach and, no, I'm not Ross (yeah)
I just told Sosa that she is the boss (yeah)
We livin' our life and we livin' it large
(Livin' our life and we livin' it large) yeah
We livin' our life and we livin' it large

I'm too hip, that girl glued to my hip (hip, hip, hip)
I'm too hip, that girl glued to my hip (hip, hip, yeah)
I'm too legit, that tool glued to my hip (my hip)
I'm too legit, that tool glued to my hip (my hip)
Ny trill, shit on site with them steels (steels, what?)
Do the site, log in, W-W-W-dot
I'm nothin' like your man-dot-com
Uh, uh, slash-com (what? What?)
Artist, greatest of all time (what?)
They must have forgot like it's Alzheimer's (yeah)
Old timers, all kinda comments in my state of farm (what?)
Then shake some dollars
It'll break your heart, I won't make a promise
I'm too hip, that girl glued to my hip (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm too legit, that tool glued to my hip (yeah, yeah)
Move your hips, don't kiss and tell
Glue your lips, who you know do it like this? (What?)
Uncle Luke, 2 live Clique, my hood sound like July 6
All about that mula, bitch, that mula, bitch
Still with the shits
and it's on sight with them when we see 'em (when we see 'em)
And it's on sight with them when we see 'em (when we see 'em)
When we see 'em (see 'em)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

ride in the Maybach and, no, I'm not Ross (Flacko, yeah, yeah)
I just told Sosa that she is the boss (ah, yeah)
We livin' our life and we livin' it large (livin' our life and we livin' it large)
We livin' our life and we livin' it large