Lyrics:
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
John mcfee / nicolette larson / patrick simmons
Everything comes to an end
Few have time to wait
Well my patience, lord, is wearin' thin
The hour's
Lotta Love
Nicolette Larson
(Neil Young)
INTRO: La La La La La La La La La
Ooh, Ooh
It's gonna take a lotta love
To change the way things
Lotta Love
Nicolette Larson
(Neil Young)
INTRO: La La La La La La La La La
Ooh, Ooh
It's gonna take a lotta love
To change the way things
has got me
We'll groove on by and feel so sweet
Larson ain't leaving
Cuz I am him and he is me
Larson, don't leave me
You know you complete me now
Get
inside your daughter
Bringing the order when ever I walk in
Sharp and collected you know who the boss is
Reckless no rico but we might get hit with
I'm not going anywhere
I'm not gonna disappear
And I'll stay excited
'Till you think we're expired
But I can't no more
You're kinda well-known
I
I'm not going anywhere
I'm not gonna disappear
And I'll stay excited
'Till you think we're expired
But I can't no more
You're kinda well-known
I
Understated
Written by Nicolette Gianna Taylor
Verse 1
I feel we lost translation, stuck in this world that’s fakin’
thinkin’ it’s overrated
I
Uh huh
See I was raised in the south by southwest
I ain't talking Austin
I make you Marvel at the flow Brie Larson
I'm 'bout that bank like Hilary
innocent you were (What happened?)
Man, it's such a shame that they gave you access to a computer (Damn)
RIP to your grandma (Rest in peace)
I heard you
Only place I feel safe is my car
Gas light on, in the driveway, parked
I can't go in
You were kicked out of catholic school
For what you did in DC
DENNIS: Well, you could say `Dennis'.
ARTHUR: Well, I didn't know you were called `Dennis.'
DENNIS: Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?
ARTHUR:
you know why I can't sit by and refuse my glory
Listen
The story is untold so listen closely
Heard the story of my dad died I hope he didn't suffer
hear when you tell me to relax
Is the kick drum rising
As the beat sets in
And we're ready to begin
I look to new horizons
Ready for a change, ready
when I operate mics
Do surgery and murder beats with the same knife
Have you throwin' up blood, no gang signs
Used to hang by the school chugging St.
foreign chink bling
You ain't on my level, you hang by a string
Fuckboy aesthetic
Bitches gravitate to me, I'm magnetic
Kama Sutra, I read it
Rob your
but I don't see a ring
I do three things: code, fuck, and sing
Iced up, like foreign chink bling
You ain't on my level, you hang by a string
Fuckboy
anvil
Droppin' off the cliff on the head of that coyote
Gettin' chased by the blue bird, just like cody
Get it? Forget it
I'm up at autobahn
Walkin'
used to your gaze, coursing lethal
No stolen glances, I grand-larson-kneed you in the stomach
You steam uninterrupted, and when you walked away
I finally
girls
(You and all ya)
Written by Raul Ortega Garay
And Nicolette Barfield
a bad bitch
You fat girl nicorette
Don't plan to come at you all incorrect
But I couldn't juggle you and Nicolette
With five other felines
Am I real
common working men. They were driven to suicide and despair.
But I was entranced by the rhythm and I was thinking to myself, wouldn't it be nice if people
Sixteen in this scheme I can't get no peace
The block was mad hot when they shot Maurice by Crystal Lounge
This sparks from a marksman pistol found
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