Lyrics:
could make you a celebrity overnight
Girl, I see you in them Apple Bottom jeans
Chinchilla on your back, I wanna know your name
Girl, I'm Twista, I
could make you a celebrity overnight
Girl, I see you in them Apple Bottom jeans
Chinchilla on your back, I wanna know your name
Girl, I'm Twista, I
failed by the people I love
But Your faithful arms, they surround me
And any other soul who has to sail those seas
Of a broken family
We've been down
Yeah, cuz! Oi Movement DVD cuz
Big up Scorcher, big up Wretch 32
Big up Ghetto big up the rest of the members
Big up Risky! Big up Gift, Frisco,
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
by a gate, and tied together by a tether
You try to break it loose, but your strength has been reduced, and your hope does not produce, and your mind
I put this Mac to your face like lip gloss
And do you right and put
You on ice like Lindros nigga
Nobody's going back to da bottom
Nobody's going
to touch your smile
Ice droppin', red bottom sky
Intrigued by the moment, look like she know why
Ice droppin', red bottom sky
Ice on my feet, I keep
impossible
But I love me
From top to bottom
Top to bottom
Top to bottom
Top to bottom
To my black queens who's live in this world
Let that soul glow, yo mind
nigga
Slow to a bag take your time ass nigga
If he playing with me "can't find that nigga"
Oh my god bitch c'est la vie
We make movies, DVD
Shit ain't PG
get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
My soul was crushed like a tall boy
Underneath the boots on the curb
And I’m still picking up my molars
get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
My soul was crushed like a tall boy
Underneath the boots on the curb
And I’m still picking up my molars
to the bottom of this
Take you with me
My soul was crushed like a tall boy
Underneath the boots on the curb
And I'm still picking up my molars
And putting them
soul'd out
Top to bottom
With a heart that can't be bought out
Soul'd Out! Yeah I'm Soul'd out
Laced up by the works of the cross
So get the Word Out,
had enough
Of bullshit that you spread all over internet
One of the ugliest methods to get some USD
Selling your soul like you sold a private DVD
got it by the mane
Cut up the man, then a pelt of human
I don't fuckin think your beliefs humane
Breeding more hate, so you need em' in cages
Meet em
get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
My soul was crushed like a
Tall boy underneath the boots on the curb
And I’m still picking up my molars
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
to feel it, to know that you mean it
From the bottom of your soul
Let me know that I'm adored
It's not enough for you simply to say it
Instead of telling me
is closin' in above the lamps in your street
Lucifer goes walkin' down for you to meet
Minutes pass so slowly by the hands on your clock
Heaven's
Wine like Russians are, your favorite rapper pressin' charges (skrrt)
They was bougie at the top
So we met 'em at the bottom, like the letter V, this
up from the bottom you've got dreams gotta chase em
Make your goals count
Make your goals sound who knows what you gon' found
Came into the world with
the purp and hurt my life or I can
Purge tonight
Cause these jerks deserve to die
And if you're
You're defined
By your work
Then perfect fine
What's
is closin' in above the lamps in your street
Lucifer goes walkin' down for you to meet
Minutes pass so slowly by the hands on your clock
Heaven's
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