Lyrics:
nights, straight back to the hotel playtime
Got her boyfriend all up on FaceTime, ahh fuck off
Ay, I can't feel ya
I'ma smoke two blunts to get so high
por en muerto
I live again, {?} nuevo
Lejo's the key, surrounded by {?} buenos
Espe sueno my dream, true desperado
Analog hermano, un punto {?} ano
on concrete
Where the bullshit's abbreviated
Move and you lose
And your crew gets eliminated
It's complicated to the death it facetious
Keep my eyes open for
To the crew, so light up a brew
And this is what is meant by a god damned coup
Dj o on the cut y'all
Ah yes, k-mack's on the strings y'all
and it's no.
When you think it's sin, want to live by tha sword,
Gotta die, gash, ash to dust.
They turnin' that passin' and not with tha less.
Lil'
They're gone with the push of a button on the board
Done by Eric Sarafin, the (?) board overlord
Slap them headphones on, raise mic levels and I'm gone
your acting all shy, hm I wonder why
Every time I look at you, you turn and drop your eye
We faced, began to lace you up with lines
Fragrance by Ann
I'ma live by, till the day that I die
Fuck the nigga that doesn't understand, and has to ask why
Has to ask why, has to ask why, fake ass muthafuckas
to say
Last days, fast lane
Bombs from Pyongyang might touchdown
Then it's ball game
Ay, 'til then I'm rappin' by my last name
And the name remains
Szklane budynki geld
Zakazany raj kluby „Go Go" sex
2 Live Crew chwila magi znów
Ej czujesz klub To „Miami Bass"
Dajemy sobie tu chwilę na Hennessy Cole
Co
And make beats then I fall backwards
Could live my whole life on a twin mattress
Just had to realize that it's all practice
Dropped out in two weeks, I got
Clayton Powell boy who want it
50 paces out hit them butterflies in ya' stomach
[Skeemo]
Ayo we deep nothin' less than twenty two people
I'm street I rap
a care in the world just a walkin' dead, people said,
He wouldn't live past the age ah sixteen
Juvenile delinquent constantly sykin' up to dope fiends,
And plays him for bitch, every time he's with his click
He saw him up the streets, through the jeep passenger door
Looking sweet three deep, by the 24 store
Music lil bitch I'm the owner
Really live it gang I'm like RU2
I'm Hunnitsworld bitch who the fuck are you
I'm high as the sky I been sipping
Verse 3
Mayhem:
This is May Caliente, ay, that pretty gangster
Reportin' live from the streets like TV anchors
You see these bangers, you silly wanker
I'm
Yeah I'm on fire
Tona to the 5
Coming live from the 4
I purchase in bulk
And I blow it by the O
7 days a week ay
You can't be friends with everyone
I'ma tell you a story at the
End is where is begins
Two men walkin' down the street with
Pistols gripped to their hands
Murder on their mind it's
The cops they gon' be on the case 'till 11
It take two hours to get the detectives
But by that time rigor Mortis it done set in
Body decay and get put into
the cookie that he copped currently
My plug be always on fleek, I pull up at noon or he come directly (to the bendo)
Love gon come by 2 ways
She call her
style
Ya might overstand we
It might tek a while
Don know who I am till you walk a mile
In my shoes
Still payin dues by the pile
Mumble rappers blowin
Fuck what they heard
Fuck what they feel
I live by my ways
And i do not appeal
Im realer than real
And that is the deal
If you try to cross me
Then
Intro
(Uh uhh)
(Uh uhh)
(Yea)
(Uh uhh)
(Ay)
Freestyle Hook 1 (NIIKS)
Bitch I got drip
Now you wanna get a piece
I been in these jeans
to really mean my life I gone threw hell meaning I can live threw anything tear shed cash spent doubt from your close friends lies from the girlfriend smiles
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