Slim Thug, M.U.G., Z-Ro - 55 lyrics

Call me the King of the Ghetto
Let my money relax me
So I ain’t even trippin
If they tryna to tax me say to a giant
I’m too big for that plus I’m a grown man
Buy yourself a kid for that
Baby mamas filing on me
A lot of people wanna sue me
I’m just a hood nigga
But my life is like a movie
Hell no i’m not at home
I’m on the interstate i got shit to do
I won’t be join you on
Your little dinner date
Motherfuckers think I’m illuminati
I follow Jesus Christ i just shine bright
While i’m in a human body
Look I swear to God i grind so hard
So like sunlight dipped in gold
My shine so hard

Yeah I’m in that candy thang yeah big body
I am taking up two lanes i got money
I’m not worried bout a thing
55 on the freeway man
I wonder should I let my top down
Been hustling so long i can’t stop now
It’s all love when my fans attack me man
Cause when I’m tense I let the money
Relax me baby

Fresh out the hood
I’m smelling like a bag of that Cali smoke
Top backwards
Ain’t a stain on my candy coating
Shit, all I do is chase like a Greyhound
On that mothership
Swinging like we on a playground
(that’s right)
Soda’s so polluted full of codeine
Bitches staring hard
Cause, I’m cleaner than some chlorine
Jackers watching but I keep the
Semi on tuck man never stop my grind
Laws label me a suspect fuck 'em
On the run i don’t ever sleep in
Full time hustler working on the weekends
These the shoes you wanna put your feet in
I'm in the pool caught up in the deep end

In the slow lane never in a hurry
Plus the kush smoke got a nigga eyes blurry
Too clean to speed i’m holding up traffic
Getting thumbs up
My bitch looking attractive
Everything immaculate slab just flawless
Ridin round top down
On some Boss Hogg shit to live the life
You gotta pay the price if you want to win
You going have to shake the dice
Advice from a real nigga just like you
Can’t be saying what you fitna
Or you might do come and do something new
Should have been my name
The way I stay killin boys in this wide frame