Lyrics:
city
Hey, it's kind of shitty
A motherfucking pity
Young niggas dying in my city
It's kind of shitty, a motherfucking pity
Young niggas dying in my city
to billions for my future child dylan now we
killing so given u want my team its a given Baby on top just making songs rock not checking tik tok we living drop
systems
Pump by four Jeeps
running like a convoy roll to the club
Kind of crowded
What a scene
pulling up with Jodeci
Blasting out the fifteen
So I
or die chick
Sittin by my side
While I'm on my grind
Livin this life of mine
Blows my mind
And she one of a kind
This for my blue heart love
Summer 2014
is the ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Sir Joseph.
I grew so rich that I was sent
By a pocket borough into Parliament.
I always voted at my party's call,
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
chair, hanging, and firing squad
Midnight tonight will mark the first execution
Death waits in my cell I can smell him
Somebody tell him that I still
The kind that make you say
Oh, Oh, woahh, woahh
When my world was falling down
You came around, yeah baby
Pick me up, and buzz me off
And I was
the ball rollin' baby
Right into my heart
How can you ask me to try
And get by with just one little kiss (one little kiss)
The kissin' you do, I need
everything kind of thing (drop everything)
Swing on by I'ill pour you a drink
The door's unlocked, I'll leave on the lights
Baby, you can crash my party
plunge, shipwrecked
Go get your homework done, down to the books you’re spine is not enough inflected
But oh, by the way, said my father before being
the dugout with my tongue out, playa, game over
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ooh, I got you out
runnin' water in my hands
Drug me around by my headband
Said I wasn't her kind
'Cause I'm an Indian outlaw
Half Cherokee and Choctaw
My baby she's
conscience
Telling me that I ain't shit
No matter how much cash I sit wit'
Still gotta ask the Lord for forgiveness
My precious baby girl came like
Forty
one of a kind ( Wooo )
By the way yo booty jiggle I know yo face real fine ( Damn )
Put yo booty in the air while I'm hitting from behind
Scream out my
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
this dick off inside her
Show you how to ride her
I'll make that pussy wider
You marks ain't got nathan for me
I'll make your baby mama
can see
Hiltonium, Mark, and Redyy on beat
It’s all for you; talking to you listeners like Curtis
I’m that kind of artistic astro boy
(Who’s that) astro
marks you left with your car
Before you get too far out of town
My life's going to change starting now
I need to turn it around
Baby turn it around
by baby back, yeah (never want to leave)
Where she at? Where she at? Where she at
I think I'm 'bout to crack
Yeah, I need by baby back, yeah (but
freak
She liked that kind of misery
Vicki had a special way
Of turning sex into a song
Kamala, who couldn't sing,
Kept the beat and kept it strong
kind of late now
I'm Loosing myself trynna get to you while I'm
Riding through the city through the city by myself
Looking out the window as the flowers
my fresh start
I'm playing my part
Are you ready my mark. Let's go Let's start
Let's go CHS onna track
My brother OT got my back
Me n my brothers will
)
Gary's rockin' Mark's rockin' on
(Oh, rock on baby)
Steve's rockin' on Ringo's rockin' on!
(Oh, rock on baby)
Come on, rock!
(Oh, rock on baby)
Let's
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