Lyrics:
to drop by
Get up off your clothes and cruise by
Shades high, nothing while you're with bluffing your team
Every time I'm with you blushing, your smile
whores
Hopping out of cars with them butterfly doors
I fly in G Fours while on tour (Yeah)
Falling asleep in your favorite blondes coochie
Laying up in
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys?"
to India leavin four successor states
By the Fifth century B.C., R.O.M.E.
succeeds to be the conqueror of Egypt and Greece
But had the threat of the Black
going broke
Nowadays we gettin' paid 4Real
Niggas can't talk crazy around me
Watch what you say 4Real
I keep that 40 right by me
Murder be the case 4
ma musique pis de kill avec mes textes
Que les gens me disent que j'suis le plus sick pis que mes lyrics c'est les best
4 et demi, 9 à 6 on voit
on inside of me
You don't wanna know what's running through my mind, yeah yeah yeah
(Sick.... Sick...)
You wake up every morning thinking everything's
4 minutes, 4 minutes, hey
I'm outta time and all I got is 4 minutes, 4 minutes, hey
Come on boy, I've been waiting for somebody
To pick up my
surf it
Slimy hoes and they movin like a serpent
Going all out can't turn back, Cuban by myself and I burn that
Met a blonde hoe she more sad, smokin
gave you where to live, now you pull up in a Lear
I went from two door to four door
Went from a two door to four door
From four door to two door
I'm
No doubt!
Yo, yo, y'know how we did on The Infamous album, right?
Aight, we gonna do it again son
Yo, laid up in the cut, watch these rap niggas
was taught you got to get it how you spit it
Shoeboxes throw rocks hawk spit or talk shit
Killer city better watch ya might get set up by some hoes
4 4 4
4 4 4 4
Hot k'wom' izolo
K'chithek' umsobho
I don't see, how
Say you doing better look at me, now
I got what I need, its up to me, now
I got
the blonde in my dreads
They don't know what's goin in head
They dont know I came from the dead
They dont know I cant stand the feds
They dont know I came from
dead wrong
Own up to my mistakes so I wrote this stupid luv song
Before all this we spenttwo weeks together non stop
Our vibe was tied in knots
Spark
shoot first - Han Solo
Obi Wan Shinobi with the Force of the Wu-Tang
I'm tryin' pull up in the Porsche or the Mulsanne
I'ma need a fortune by Tuesday
I'm
to know
But nigga fuck what you goin' through this 2-0
And by that time I'm 17 if I ain't in that pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin' again
the fields fill up
With rays of glowing sun
Or watch the moon lay on the fences
Like that's where it was hung
My blessings are in front of me
It's not about
I met a young man with the look of Nirvana
Blonde hair, wounded eyes, burdened by drama
He came to me out on the street
Back before masks when
nigga
Detroit
Sorry
What?
Fucking
Where the fuck we stay out
Fuck around and get popped
With no hesitation, straight up
Look where the fuck we
frère (ok)
Oh, non
Lavé, le rap est cave, des cas il fallait
Un peu-, merde, j'me suis chié
Pull up, pull up
Wouah (frère)
Vidéo malaise,
we gotta clean that shit up out the backseat
But first what's up with that blonde, you think she
Likes black meat?
[Shock G]
She said she was a virgin
I am to watch her leave
Maybe I can fix it by
Burning The Bed
Along with her memories in my head
Don't remember
Waking up next to a lone blonde
eyes)
These conversation, Keep me up at night (By, by, By my side)
I love the way you walk, the way you talk
I love the way you laugh, the way you cry
You
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