Lyrics:
bi***** is poppin them bars
Put myself on when I rode by myself things out for a showdown/But I had to ghost ride the whip with the grip cause the window
I wanna be like Mike
But not the one name Michael Jordan
I wanna be the one who stand on corners to make a profit and mic record it
Breaking down his
You never thought that I'd be runner up
You a wonder twin nigga I'm a one of one
Michael jordan couldn't guard me one on one
Chillen with your
a Tesla throwing loud ducts off the exit
Had a clip for the tec for the young and restless
Five stars with the crescent
Used to cut hair on 119th by Mr.
attack
Like Saint Michael the archangel
Who cast the devil into hell
For the good of the common wealth
So love thy neighbor as thy self
I don't need none
still, bitch, you go and you let him bang you
End up with nothing, not even thank you
What a damn shame, pretty little thang, you
You need to slow down
Look here, lil Bumba clot
You don't live here
You don't run da block
You gotta badge and gun
Ya wanna have some fun
But, I aint da one
For ya traffic
Matthew, AJ
Frank Smart and Natasha
Give it up for the ones that's gone
Not forgotten
I'ma keep it going, they feel me stopping
Tony Robinson, Eric Hill, Mya
or compulsory joinder of
Parties because plaintiff's
Sale of the trade secrets
Was not an impediment to it's
Maintenance of it's action
The trial court erred by
not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page
Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in
their sales
Like you're only gon' end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the best for real
When you mention my name amongst other
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
been do
I walked from Ojota to Oshodi in wrecked times
Just for producer to tell me it was past recording time
I remember the time like Michael Jackson
soul it's not for sale,
Moments change you, better make moves praise to Jesus, for him I make room, in the hard times gotta stay cool, cause he rule,
home
I'll put on the Rollin' Stones
And I can have me some fun
Start up a flight of stairs
Stand up and comb your hair
Try not to change things
niggas move as one we all doing numbers
My rollie glisten still posted on the corner
Get money forever not for the moment
Move clever, count cheddar, ain't
(No riso e no amor, We're walking)
(Nos pranto e na dor)
(Sketching the path on our way)
No puedes comprar mi vida
This land is not for sale
Rough
back and hands me a comb,
We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I didn't need to do what I done,
she said:
children play...
We're not gonna sale our happy little house at 4-0-33
Wouldn't take a pretty thing for the love we had at 4-0-33
I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE
QPs
How You Goin’ Touch Me & I Ain’t Local Brah
Take What, Rob Who, Boy Don’t Be Stupid
Don’t Let My Looks Fool Ya, I Was Bred By Shooters
I Was Outer
hold it up to the speakers
And you let Luther do your talkin' for you
And Luther break it down like
Ridin' around in my whip, listenin' to my shit
We in corona times, it's for the high not the low
He see this fuckin' price then his head gon' explode
Yeah, yeah, yeah let's go
I had high's and I got
loops of my pants
Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by
No questions I said nothing
Lookin' for the mutant to be buckin'
The law naw, man
plane."
"American bandstand. And now, here he is, the star of our show, Dick Clark."
"Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do
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