Lyrics:
Together match yo, we a perfect pair
Is that true Marvin? ("Yeahhhhh! Music")
Yo, to get you to bang this
Body soul-snatcher, universal language
It be
Now what's this I hear? I was told to beware
I'm the inspired, dissed by nigga I admired
Hell no, this can't be
Now who the fuck is this
I hear
I'm hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer shit
I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I'm
see it on the dash
Then she pick up smoke
She puff it up and then she pass
And then she pass
Drivin like in marathon
She wann Louis Vuitton
Movin up in
on dash ima push it to the limit
Don't be playing in the field tryna think that it's a scrimmage
Ima do for myself I doing it for no image
On second thought
running over
No shirt just see my tatts
Lil Wayne I'm chasing a milli
No cap just speak all facts
Skate by like I'm walking in Helly's
Keep chips they be
on the push da shit beyond my limits
Strike up a match
About to blow up any minute
Only lord know
The pain the struggle
Only lord know
The pain the struggle
We
suckas
Imma fuck around and get that bentley truck by the summa
Word around town I'm that number one stunna
Puttin in work so you know we on the come up
by little)
You strike up a match
(got you running for cover where's your sense of adventure?)
And I know that I should run,
Should be raising
Who flies to into the arrow
Living with this broken soul
Burdened by the things I chose
Hold me down or hold me tight
Strike the match and light
at me and talk of love
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
You're in
Listen to my heart, baby
Girl you know that it beats for you
Cause everywhere I go
And everywhere I am
You gonna be by my side
And that is
on this paper
To the side, my head lying
Eyes grow wide, all in silence
No more taking this shit slow, I'm finna dash wit da fader
I might spazz on these
these dummies
Red dot to his nose he a clown
Free all my brothers in da pound
I really be grinding
I really be ballin
While you niggas playing
Ya
They're pretendin', while I'm extendin'
You bite like a parasite, ecstatic when you attack
But you won't strike, 'cause you ain't no match
You need more
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
ride we can take ride
Lets ride
Put yo hands up in da sky crusin through the night rollin wit my 9
Lets ride
C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D oh yes that's me
A-S-H -B
i ain’t talking bout Patrick
I be stretching da pack out, like elastic
All my niggas eating, we ain’t doing no fasting
You got served by me,
grafting a chorus to match this verse
Pen strikes fire like a match stick works
Can they match this work
Forever improving, I keep it moving, I'm gone
Like
llao (weed)
Said dey want to get good shit for da low-low
Fred grew-up wit dis nigga by da bayou
Could be da po-po, dats da way my mind think
Thought
of defeat by predeterminin the victory
As taught by Sun Tzu in the chapter, after the third one
I heard my words shall be bombed, regardless to anything
(Duh-da-da-da, Duh-da-da-da, Duh-da-da-da-da-da-da)
Like the birds in the trees, my heart sings a rhapsody of love for you
Girl, you won my heart
got you by his side.
He's got everything.
There's is no inch of his happiness to be in his place.
I'll be glad to give you anything.
I know your
on the east the west is where I'm at
Strike 1 Me and Nate dog is a match
Strike 2 waddup to Warren G in the Trap
Strike 3 Area code 443 in the LBC still
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