Lyrics:
Grand master of the Sabbath, John Fane
Told his coven gathered: “Kill King James”
Wax a figure of his image & wrap it in his clothing
Burn it
So I built a space shuttle, and forgot the seatbelts
But the Man on the Moon, he kept a smile on my face
'92 Bonneville with no gas in the tank
Was
you're the one (and it goes a lil somethin like this)
So let's take a cruise somewhere
You and me
[Mr. Capone-E]
Come on, just cruise with me all night
you're the one (and it goes a lil somethin like this)
So let's take a cruise somewhere
You and me
[Mr. Capone-E]
Come on, just cruise with me all night
the window of my sightin' shower
Just gon' fight by the hour and still lyin' down but I'll 'low her
How are so many man not hip yet? They ain't taken a trip
her|Take her back home, lay by the fire with her|I'll be touching, I'll be hugging, I'll be kissing out in public|Have amazing conversations and I let her
Uh battle hardened veteran
Messages like letterman
Tapping heads, one by one
Yea we call that Valorant
There is no comparison
Attacking like I'm
jeopardize, revolver gon' never lie
Feelin high when I'm sober, realize I'm gettin older
By the seconds on the watch, bout three blunts in
Got wiser to these
kill you in a row
Move slow when I pass by
'Cause it's going get serious on a second when a nigga like me get high
I don't get stoned fuckin
kill you in a row
Move slow when I pass by
'Cause it's going get serious on a second when a nigga like me get high
I don't get stoned fuckin
All my bitches kick ass
She asking for the dick fast
All my girls got thick ass
Yeah, all my homies kick ass
Ay, I'm a Harley boy
So I skrt and I
Where is the line between fact and fiction?
The one we crossed when it was over
Some take the books, and some take the high road
Me, I just took what
By ash and elm again
Beneath the swamp it will remain
Painted in gray and green
A ruin so serene
Til the next fool rebuilds in vain
She's back!
we break hearts
And crack rib praps, take trips far
Shop at the gap, ten by the rap gods
Shoot the git, so I blessed it with some weed, bacon, eggs
Pimpish
Jealous When I Ride By
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish
Feelin Real Pimpish
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish
[Verse 1: Lil Wyte]
I'm Feelin Real Damn Pimpish,
my heart light my way
Face the old legend the guardian of space and time
Living dead on black winged demons
Fly high to play with your head
and fly a ghost (fly)
Me bad fi real until dem eye ya close (brrp)
Mi God so real me keep me prayer close
A riches ghetto yute desire most
Get di
Don't forget weed and rap for the gods
Pages that rewrite the holy karahn
Man I've been swervin since julius erving
Ready to rap now so open
high
I’m so steady epilepsy couldn’t shake the guy
You know you doing something right when you getting hate
And damn I made a killing just off a mixtape
closer than friends
So I'm holding on, to the love til the end
Our skin is a sin, that's why they lock us in
The ghetto's saying that our kind just don't
for doing...all the things that daddy's do....
John Colgin & Archie Johnson (ASCAP)
Arranged by Robert Metzgar (ASCAP)
Aim High Music/Universal Music
man
So proud.
Mama's gone crazy 'cause her baby's shot down
By some teenage car chase war out of bounds
It was the wrong place wrong time wrong end
meals on high floors
My man took a hit, couple mill in a dry war
Eyeball, John Wall, couple
Killers, they on-call, i
Matter of fact, scratch that
They
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