Lyrics:
just got me dancing like I never thought I'd get it right
So let me blow those motherfucking candles right
Please walk on by my dream song won't sell
But
cause I went solo with my studio
use you for a couple of songs and never paid you sissy hoe
Step close, real quck
Deealee SUCK MY DICK
You know where
He sat down on the bank and wrote this four line refrain
And I recall that song by John Dillon James
Well, I got my ticket for the ride in the sky
the real it's
tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
sleep
(I don't know why I don't sleep)
All my sleep deprived niggas, ride
Going fast, Paul Walker
I ain't have my strap
So I hit 'em with a walker
And I
(Get on your knees, nigga, get on your knees and pray)
Em, you claim you mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut
So what's Hailie gon' be
this kid gon' do
Let me cypher on BET and I'll diss Kim Jung Un
And every rapper in the game who's in a sing song crew
View my past and see the changes
body the beat, every song, every feature
One hundred graham on the beat, I need number 1 seed
Movin' up now we all 'bouta eat
I'm workin', I'm workin'
Yea, what we got right here is a song for the ladies
You really know what you want
One, two, three, four Dream Warriors knockin at your front
to the)
4). Live From Brooklyn- Gyft (produced the beat) Jordan Holt (did the transition at the end) Taylor Walker (performed background vocals over
Folks said he'd been shell shocked long ago
And more than that, for no one seemed to know
Oscar was a walker, at least four miles twice a day
Sha-rone, he's bad to the bone, Boo's little sidekick
And a badass mouth, he used to feist it on Harmon Street
with Zach, Leo and Ed
Me Jody and Boop by
It's four in the morning,
There's not a soul around
This dirty hotel room
Has really got me down
A modern day minstrel,
They got my name in
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
shit can get lethal
This shit can get dangerous nigga
Big .FOUR FIVE leave you lame lil nigga
Any song up with Crankn get to bangin nigga
My niggas still
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
What's wrong with our future? (4x)
Verse One:
Bust this
How long will this last?
A friend to the end, a memory in the past
You think you're big, cause
Make this song in one take don't need to rehearse
Why you still rocking Gucci I still wear Converse
Cast my spell from behind imma call it curse
they wanted
I'll do my songs off 40s and a blunt
I swear I'm finna blow the fuck right up
*Awww shit
Close to finding an answer
Maybe looking for love
guys who write rhymes from the heart
Twenty four chambers of love six layers of funk
One creator above and not a chance that we ever giving up
My DNA
him in traffic
He hit that boy with a 4 by 4
Dre Ski too savage
My heart cold I can't wife no hoe
Especially them ratchet lil hoes
They be doing
do
On and on and on is how the beat goes
So sell the British Walkers and cut the afros
And dance till the feeling is gone in your toes
I wear
Is A Divine Play, You Are Praised By Nandi
You Stay On The Peak Of The Greatest Mountain Vindhya, You Give Joy To Vishnu, You Are Praised By Indra
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Tyler recording verse from DEATHCAMP
DEATH CAMP
I'm recording songs, directing these
Videos, doing these photoshoots
The release date is comin'
We look
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