Lyrics:
with Mikey Rodes and played the codes
Sometimes I don't budge, without my cous' Fuzz (a-one, two, a-one, two)
A simple, "How ya do?" A check in from my
see the dots on your head niggas is walking and don't know they're dead
Hoe I'll hold you down by your neck face on the ground let me drip on your flesh
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
the glocks don't jam, so where we pop them scrams
See I showed you on the champions how we get down
So don't twist ya lips, I'm like Bobby Brown
You got B2
ya, see ya, see ya
Won't let myself get beat up by this dream eater, eater, eater
Yeah, yeah, yeah
O' mine enemy I see ya, see ya, see ya
Won't let
Yeah, KT, no auto Yeah, look
Yeah we from the bricks, so we brothers, this that PT shit
Free my brother Irb, he got ten cause he was flippin' shh
I
nigga
Yeah, I'm on the come up, talking tough on the net by IRL, you better run up
Yeah, I know he mad, I fuck his bitch until the sun up
Yeah, and if you
down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
So just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
Call me Jordan when I fly
Two fifty onna dash when I drive by
I been in it so long
Think I must of died then the feeling came on ya
I been so alone
I
a Billy Ray Cyrus i'm the Osiris
You don't wanna touch my style
It's hench, get clenched like pliers
I'll race car drive ya, back into 2016
(One of my bars
fuckin around
Bring it on, I shut shit down
You should bring it on
Especially if you gettin' cash
Ladies shake ya lil titties and shake ya fat ass
You can
friends and listen to two divided by two on two different ends
Ya ears will equal to the one who wins
It's Deacon Frost, the only question is when
In one
press on the gas a 'lil more for the gain
I go by the code so I can't say no names
What they selling 'lil nigga you know it's illegal
Smoking on opp-pane
down and get your eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put The Beatles on
All that shit you talkin' 'bout is not up for discussion
I will pay
down and get your eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put The Beatles on
All that shit you talkin' 'bout is not up for discussion
I will pay
go back n forth with ya hoe this ain't tennis
Nigga try we leave red on his head like he Dennis
I'm tryna get all in her mouth like a dentist
Say my
my commitment up with ya, oh
Stuck to my side like Siamese
Girl you know I need you right beside me
Want you real close to my body
I only got
one, so we follow two by two
So we follow one by one, so we follow two by two
So we follow one by one, so we follow two by two
Chiwanyana ya ntate re
know I'm the hardest
I'm well-armed surrounded by shells like a starfish
Gun in my pocket that'll tear you to pieces
Iron in my jeans like I don't like
COMPASS LOVE PT. 2
Verse 1
I lose my cool
Lust burnin' in my brain
Whispering echoes
Fannin' the flame
Pre-Chorus
Heartquake tremors
Rushin'
down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
So just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
Oh yeah
Uh ooh (yeah yeah yeah) oh yeah
(Ooh whoa ooh whoa)
I see you, watchin' can't ignore the rhythm in my walkin'
Head up, strung by
’m fuckin’ your hoe in the back of a tinted Rari, whoa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Aye, Bitch!)
Dirty ass choppa bustin' ya fuckin' belly, I'll leave your
Mi mente y la melodia, quemando arta maria Pt.1
Vacilando ala antigua destapando par de frias
Se enbalo el atraco adictivo me pateo
Y me dijo no
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