Lyrics:
the grain of sand (love, love, love)
Yeah, I love the way you bring it to me
I wrote a song for you, I love to hear you to sing it for me
And let the melody
his hip-hop the hard way
I bring the whole south with me, you should just call me
And we can make a pinata out of him all day
Chea, and I ain't even
And from up here I see marines
And hummers on a conquest
Underdogs with wonder bras in
A push up contest
All for the sake of military recruitment
It felt
popped the pistol
That's the issue, just got a rental, just for instrumentals
I'mma keep the bitch 'til December
And park it on Broadway, long way from
Not knowing that I stacks my mail,
All these niggas want to see me fail..
That's just the intro, as I sit back and rock this instrumental
the fame need property and money piling studied the game down to a T its all science buried in the mud feeling like a black diamond play a instrumental watch
killing
All these instrumentals
So what you want to do
So what you want to do
You can bring your crew
That's what you want to do
So what you want to do
You
Well, flights, notice the S
Highlight that bitch and say with me Oh Yes
Wait rest, Oh yes, Ok bring it back now flex
And stretch to touch the ceiling
a Master's education. Many think I'm a fool
For not going back to school, so they sit and ridicule
Think that it's not worth they T-I-M-E to critique me
But
me in a rubble, uh Came out like a shuttle, uh
Can I just realign? It's taken me a while
I'm facing all my flaws Hard to let the ego die
Flyer than
to realize it
When I saw home so blue, be torn in two
All by the hands of her own child
Humanity the festering cancer that
Dug her own grave
We have no home
brains
Brothers want to hang with the Meth', bring a rope
'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck
Nigga pump off a set comin' through all your
crying out for self
Lookin at stars and trynna find it
Seeing all these lights but getting blinded, by em
So lately I been moving open-minded
I'm trynna
only showed me the ropes ignoring
How I'd cut my ties when we'd hang out, they dangle by their throats
Haven't done it all in vein or so that I can
she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
get 'em, Imma split 'em, Imma kill 'em
I'm the nigga with the lyrical venom finna get up in them
When they give me the instrumental
I finish 'em,
to life)
Bring it (Back to life)
Bring it (Back to life)
Yo, resur-re-rection, yeah
Reassemblin' bringing it back with the pen, yeah
It all depends
nigga I stayed silent
(Man this shit stopping, bring that beat back in let me slide it)
And I was facing charges, I ain't know nothing 'bout it
Aye,
of anything evil committed by him
The wife of the governor said, Now the truth is clear to all
It was I who sought to seduce him, and he is surely
me back, bring me back, bring me back
I need you to bring me back to life (you got it, baby, you got it)
This love got me out of my mind
I need
put you on the top now, sheesh
It could get so heated a summer time fling
This is all I needed
She got that old school bop, she remind me of my Benz
ridin' with us
Or gettin' rolled on
That means Detroit versus everybody
Hey Em
Let me get that instrumental, take it down to the hood
Let the little
your worries forget’em
All we’ve gotten is given
But I know we work for it too
What he said unto me
I’ll say it to you
I was thinkin’ I don’t wanna be
instrumentals
It's #AngGeonDoubleG
[Chorus] :
Oii, can WE: get a little more chamoy ?
Oii, can WE: get a little more chamoy ?
Oii, let me get a little more
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