Lyrics:
can put a melody over this...
No
Yeah! I am the melody
Hate me
Nigga hate me
You a dummy funny
Lady
I'll name you katie
Talking shit
You like
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
Rachell - mandolin
Recorded: Memphis May 30st 1930 # 62547-2
Victor #62547-2
Album: The Legendary 1928-1930 Recordings
Gus Cannon And His Jug Stompers
I am pursuing that number one album, worldwide
And fuck whoever doubt him
Under the spotlight, neither black nor white
It doesn't matter (do
But we want to dine
But we are reloading
I have so much bling
And i am a king
Feelings ice cold
I shit on the gold
Flexing every day
The world is so
'm swimming in pools
When I pull up with Seb, know we coming in two's
Know that my flow like tsunami, nobody can stop me, no water can drown me
My album monsoon
'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream
Let's have a good night just one more ride
Imma sip this down just two more times with you, it's cool
I'm so fly, I'm so fly, am I ever gonna land? I
they losin'
When I was two, my slide was blue
When I was gone, my ice cream cone was a giant wand
When my bike was all I was ridin' on
Jewelry from
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shit, I'm a Dodge Rammer, god damn if I ain't two and 0
I'm competin and momma's eatin, so am I losin? No
But shit was
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
TakeitBackv2
Like Frederick Douglass
It's time to pick my brain apart
Lookin' at the menu, motherfucker
I'm the mane with art
The patriarch of this
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
old
she was talking to me about how long she lived there.
We went next-door and there were two guys eating ice cream and being super ridiculous about
down)
Don't look down (don't look down, don't look down, don't look down)
I tried to keep it quiet, silence all my cries for help
As long as I am
commit to what you said
Never thought that I’d wish I was dead
Now I’m haunted by the voices in my—
Otherwise they’d be one person
I am one person, and I
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
Come!
Well my name is Latifah (yeah)
Well my name is Latifah (yeah)
Well my name is Latifah (yeah)
Well my name is Latifah
I am a bill, yes, I
complaints cause I was gone two years
Ain't none of y'all stayed the same
I had to get it on my own and now they wonder why I choose to be alone
They think
Métronome
Haiti Diasporap Volume 2
Cliowen nouvel album
Haha!!!
Written By: Clifford Wendy Odige (Cliowen)
Mixing & Mastering by: Jdkey
Label: Prototype
the kicks from the horsies
Bitch, I'm hot all four seasons (four seasons)
Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line (please)
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