Lyrics:
Lew
Tequila Boy and that's fasho
Typhoon
It's goin' up
Show me some love they running it back
Three cross the lac, four cross my back
Me
talk my name
Try stick it on me
Who did you turn into
You talk chat too much
But your bolts all nuts
Where is your whole damn crew
Seems now it's left
Remix
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who
But in case you ain't too sure a knowin'
We're gonna let you listen to us one by one
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns
How'd ya do, I'm
the 4-4
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Pray for me
for what's right, for what's right
No one talks to her, she feels so alone
She's in too much pain to survive on her own
The hurt she can't handle
clouds and I water the earth
Well Im too deep surrounded by dirt apply soap to clean up the hurt
I felt the grief from my past life anxiety planned me my
the wop, burnin' up that swap meet
You know who the opps was, ain't nobody shot me
But I shot, mm, hm, hm, maybe 'bout three
Wasn't doin' too much, I done
screws when you get close to me
It's like too much to describe, yeah, it's enough for two lives
And I could never stand by nothing but at least I'm gon'
Niggas hating on me but that bang on me got too much grip baby
What it aint gon be nigga catch me in traffic aint got time to slip baby
You know this
This song is about me
Alright, imagine this. I'm on a bus feeling cocky
The girl of my dreams just said that she wants me
Dark at four o'clock, me
in the course of 3 weeks,
But that's jus me
Think I grind too much I Think I grind too much
Step into my town stay fresh Like the new cement
White boy
Light somethin', stop frontin'
How much money's enough? Think maybe like the trillion figures
Pray my daughter don't wild like the Hilton Sisters
to the Washington Monument
"Cause I have a dream - my four little children
One day live in a nation, where they will not be judged by the color of their skin
But by
bright
Gotta be impressed by how much i'm shining
Fucking diamond
Take these clothes off of me
I'm too hot to be dressed
So let me introduce you to my
me to see her
I was like sorry darling
Should have seen me sooner
Yeah this is war
This no game
We don't play
We want more
We want 4s
4 by 4 we want
could end up with a smack in the mouth
Just for standing out, now, really
Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me
There
always fascinating to me. It's fascinating because few of us realize how much energy we have expended just to be here today. I don't think we give
All why'all haters, can kiss our ass
Too much money is what I got, like Scarface I rap a lot
S-Type Jag straight off the lot, believe me dog I'm
tup (come on)
Remix
Uh
Yeah
Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky)
Took me to to the crib, man, she told me (eat me)
Now my babymama told
future, morning, evening, nights with you.
IV. Apocalypse
Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire
And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning.
And you
[Peedi Crakk]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People
hard? Why they put
Wayne head all on my shirt?
I'm riding on 26 plus 4's, free Lil' Turk
He just caught 30
That shit'll make me go berserk
Punchline, I
tonight (let's go)
Skepta, I'm that guy
And I'm D-I-D-D-Y
Boy Better Know 'til I die
And you can't see me, I'm way too fly (uh-huh)
Chicks stop
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