Lyrics:
gon lose
If you run, then ill stop by you
But you gonna lie too
So I don’t care about a single thing
Only stopping shit that cause me pain
Bum bitch gon
Yo this that Disco Frank Sinatra, I been sipping on Madonna
I could get it how I wanna if I wanna I don’t wanna
Facebook scrolling through some
pay a fee if you want us
Dope money got my daddy in a hummer
Brick inside the tire sittin' pretty like Madonna
Price gon' up for the summer
Now you
in vapor, niggas faker than Madonna's brows
Yeah, yeah, somebody do somethin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, somebody do somethin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, feel like Medusa
I'm worth a mil if you ask my momma and them
For la familia I'll face the trauma again
The internet keeps the drama on ten
You pre-Madonnas be
We sang along, lost in time
Oh, those '80s vibes, they're still alive
In every note, in every dive
From Madonna's pop to MJ's moonwalk
We lived it
Keishas and Madonnas
Miners to Astronauts
Tingling pain
As your Dad sinking your pain in indifference
Thinking you plain
But weakness don't leave him
up by 6am
up by 6am
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Madonna
Life is so crazy
You've been through a lot
I'll tell your story sometimes, you know
Seem like yesterday, I was a baby on the street
I took
who liked her ,who really liked her,
Jaime Lee got married on 5th avenue and I was married in Las Vegas, by an Elvis impersonater.
I married a German
We flew by our wits and by the seat of our pants
In the state of illusion
In the nation of chance
And the repo was hauling the wreck we´d been
and his guitar
To blaze across the heavens
Like a brilliant shooting star
The middle-aged Madonna
Calls her neighbor on the phone
Day by day
sippy cup
Dozen hoes, I wanna fuck
Slide by if you wanna bust
Straight pistol whippin'
'bout hollow tippin'
Bitch I'm packing heat
I got that Chris Paul
true)
What we got, a hologram of Nirvana? (No)
Followed by Madonna and Barack Obama? (No)
A duet with Drake and the Dalai Lama? (No)
You all get
of shape
You a bitch, security guard lock the gates
The Louis Vuitton bootleg, Prada fake
I’m tryin’ to make the same money that Madonna make
Eyes never
to hear the tunes you have made
I'll bet they're really great
There's something to the way you find time to create
The second album is late
Where is it
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the It's About Time album, and has also been released on the Country Classics album
the knotty-headed nigga, rollin' right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when
I ran through more niggas, than any kid that was
Gestern an der Gallus heute
In den Charts auch
Wenn mein Album nicht Gold geht Chab
Deutscher Rap ist am Arsch
Und richtig Blamage dein
Rap ist Fiat
a diva then I hit Mariah Carey
I'm in the UK, I'ma see MIA
Super hero by night, rapper by day
And if I just wanna talk I'ma hit up Monique
If I need
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
or four stacks
Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I'm relaxed
In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats
But then real close by, niggas better know that
girl blow three or four stacks
Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I'm relaxed
In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats
But then real close by
Hold up
Liven in the bodega
I met a girl by the name of Alayna
She said she wants to marry me
But her ex boyfriend?s gettin? mad at me
I said
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