Picture Me Lyrics
| Song | Picture Me |
| Artist | Cashis |
| Album | The Art Of Dying |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yes Picture me nigga | |
| Yea Right now | |
| On some other shit | |
| When you see me | |
| I’ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
| I’m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
| I ain’t even lift a dollar | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I’m smoking what | |
| I want, either it’s cool with you or not | |
| Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
| Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I’m smoking what | |
| I want, either it’s cool with you or not | |
| Anything on me but bitch it ain’t free | |
| Head on the ocean, getting laid on the beach | |
| Smoking out the dry, hot box in the street | |
| On my tell me bullshit, | |
| I don’t stop for police (never) | |
| A beast on street, cock hack to the east | |
| From tonight til | |
| I die, niggas ride, let it be 4-5 on the side of the | |
| Jeep, got that | |
| Bentley on my knee | |
| Take my foot up off that pedal, put his brain on the seat | |
| They see Pac in the flesh, | |
| I’m more than bitches wanna see | |
| But I’m game, | |
| God’s grace and now where finished, set me free | |
| And these haters talkin shit like | |
| I ain’t who they got to see | |
| And I ain’t scared of catching body, who these niggas wannas be? | |
| Now I’m beggin on my knees, askin | |
| God don’t let it be | |
| But I’m a | |
| G and to the end of me keep it ever just simple | |
| To the bullet’s rhythm, the pistol triggers and | |
| Hennessey | |
| I bet they would remember me ballin, | |
| I fill your memory | |
| I’ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
| I’m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
| I ain’t even lift a dollar | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I’m smoking what | |
| I want, either it’s cool with you or not | |
| Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
| Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I’m smoking what | |
| I want, either it’s cool with you or not | |
| Getting money, bitch | |
| I’m never stuck balling in the moment | |
| I’m smoking every minute, shoot a killer for the tome | |
| And I ain’t looking for you niggas, top down – you don’t want it | |
| Keep that 40 on me solo, rolling – | |
| I don’t need no homies | |
| I’m riding over phonies, oh my | |
| God I get this money | |
| And these problem niggas front me, jump hard | |
| I keep it gunning | |
| Your bitches say | |
| I’m stunting and | |
| I ain’t even starting stunting | |
| And they ain’t see me, 50 | |
| G blow on my | |
| V like it was nothing | |
| I’m jumpin 90 cups to what these be the navigators | |
| See I keep tracking all my stacks, | |
| I keep it cracking like | |
| I’m B I feel the haters wanna be like me, | |
| I’m realer than | |
| I say I be | |
| Been working all the night, suckers shot and saw me changing it | |
| No lames gonna hang with me, them gang niggas bang with me | |
| The range about my change, know what | |
| I plan so play no games with me | |
| To the bullet’s rhythm, the pistol triggers and | |
| Hennessey | |
| I bet they would remember me ballin, | |
| I fill your memory | |
| I’ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
| I’m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
| I ain’t even lift a dollar | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I’m smoking what | |
| I want, either it’s cool with you or not | |
| Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
| Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I’m smoking what | |
| I want, either it’s cool with you or not | |
| It’s bottom line | |
| Do what the fuck | |
| I want to who the fuck | |
| I want to nigga | |
| Bogus! Yea, you see? | |
| I’m getting money over here man | |
| Now they get money over here mad | |
| Don’t give a fuck about you homie | |
| Scoo! |
| Yes Picture me nigga | |
| Yea Right now | |
| On some other shit | |
| When you see me | |
| I' ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
| I' m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
| I ain' t even lift a dollar | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I' m smoking what | |
| I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
| Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
| Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I' m smoking what | |
| I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
| Anything on me but bitch it ain' t free | |
| Head on the ocean, getting laid on the beach | |
| Smoking out the dry, hot box in the street | |
| On my tell me bullshit, | |
| I don' t stop for police never | |
| A beast on street, cock hack to the east | |
| From tonight til | |
| I die, niggas ride, let it be 45 on the side of the | |
| Jeep, got that | |
| Bentley on my knee | |
| Take my foot up off that pedal, put his brain on the seat | |
| They see Pac in the flesh, | |
| I' m more than bitches wanna see | |
| But I' m game, | |
| God' s grace and now where finished, set me free | |
| And these haters talkin shit like | |
| I ain' t who they got to see | |
| And I ain' t scared of catching body, who these niggas wannas be? | |
| Now I' m beggin on my knees, askin | |
| God don' t let it be | |
| But I' m a | |
| G and to the end of me keep it ever just simple | |
| To the bullet' s rhythm, the pistol triggers and | |
| Hennessey | |
| I bet they would remember me ballin, | |
| I fill your memory | |
| I' ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
| I' m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
| I ain' t even lift a dollar | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I' m smoking what | |
| I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
| Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
| Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I' m smoking what | |
| I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
| Getting money, bitch | |
| I' m never stuck balling in the moment | |
| I' m smoking every minute, shoot a killer for the tome | |
| And I ain' t looking for you niggas, top down you don' t want it | |
| Keep that 40 on me solo, rolling | |
| I don' t need no homies | |
| I' m riding over phonies, oh my | |
| God I get this money | |
| And these problem niggas front me, jump hard | |
| I keep it gunning | |
| Your bitches say | |
| I' m stunting and | |
| I ain' t even starting stunting | |
| And they ain' t see me, 50 | |
| G blow on my | |
| V like it was nothing | |
| I' m jumpin 90 cups to what these be the navigators | |
| See I keep tracking all my stacks, | |
| I keep it cracking like | |
| I' m B I feel the haters wanna be like me, | |
| I' m realer than | |
| I say I be | |
| Been working all the night, suckers shot and saw me changing it | |
| No lames gonna hang with me, them gang niggas bang with me | |
| The range about my change, know what | |
| I plan so play no games with me | |
| To the bullet' s rhythm, the pistol triggers and | |
| Hennessey | |
| I bet they would remember me ballin, | |
| I fill your memory | |
| I' ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
| I' m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
| I ain' t even lift a dollar | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I' m smoking what | |
| I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
| Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
| Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I' m smoking what | |
| I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
| It' s bottom line | |
| Do what the fuck | |
| I want to who the fuck | |
| I want to nigga | |
| Bogus! Yea, you see? | |
| I' m getting money over here man | |
| Now they get money over here mad | |
| Don' t give a fuck about you homie | |
| Scoo! |
| Yes Picture me nigga | |
| Yea Right now | |
| On some other shit | |
| When you see me | |
| I' ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
| I' m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
| I ain' t even lift a dollar | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I' m smoking what | |
| I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
| Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
| Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I' m smoking what | |
| I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
| Anything on me but bitch it ain' t free | |
| Head on the ocean, getting laid on the beach | |
| Smoking out the dry, hot box in the street | |
| On my tell me bullshit, | |
| I don' t stop for police never | |
| A beast on street, cock hack to the east | |
| From tonight til | |
| I die, niggas ride, let it be 45 on the side of the | |
| Jeep, got that | |
| Bentley on my knee | |
| Take my foot up off that pedal, put his brain on the seat | |
| They see Pac in the flesh, | |
| I' m more than bitches wanna see | |
| But I' m game, | |
| God' s grace and now where finished, set me free | |
| And these haters talkin shit like | |
| I ain' t who they got to see | |
| And I ain' t scared of catching body, who these niggas wannas be? | |
| Now I' m beggin on my knees, askin | |
| God don' t let it be | |
| But I' m a | |
| G and to the end of me keep it ever just simple | |
| To the bullet' s rhythm, the pistol triggers and | |
| Hennessey | |
| I bet they would remember me ballin, | |
| I fill your memory | |
| I' ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
| I' m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
| I ain' t even lift a dollar | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I' m smoking what | |
| I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
| Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
| Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I' m smoking what | |
| I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
| Getting money, bitch | |
| I' m never stuck balling in the moment | |
| I' m smoking every minute, shoot a killer for the tome | |
| And I ain' t looking for you niggas, top down you don' t want it | |
| Keep that 40 on me solo, rolling | |
| I don' t need no homies | |
| I' m riding over phonies, oh my | |
| God I get this money | |
| And these problem niggas front me, jump hard | |
| I keep it gunning | |
| Your bitches say | |
| I' m stunting and | |
| I ain' t even starting stunting | |
| And they ain' t see me, 50 | |
| G blow on my | |
| V like it was nothing | |
| I' m jumpin 90 cups to what these be the navigators | |
| See I keep tracking all my stacks, | |
| I keep it cracking like | |
| I' m B I feel the haters wanna be like me, | |
| I' m realer than | |
| I say I be | |
| Been working all the night, suckers shot and saw me changing it | |
| No lames gonna hang with me, them gang niggas bang with me | |
| The range about my change, know what | |
| I plan so play no games with me | |
| To the bullet' s rhythm, the pistol triggers and | |
| Hennessey | |
| I bet they would remember me ballin, | |
| I fill your memory | |
| I' ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
| I' m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
| I ain' t even lift a dollar | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I' m smoking what | |
| I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
| Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
| Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
| Haters tryina hold me down but | |
| I be riding to the top | |
| And I' m smoking what | |
| I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
| It' s bottom line | |
| Do what the fuck | |
| I want to who the fuck | |
| I want to nigga | |
| Bogus! Yea, you see? | |
| I' m getting money over here man | |
| Now they get money over here mad | |
| Don' t give a fuck about you homie | |
| Scoo! |
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