Lyrics:
The fire on the town, It's a cause of big brown hearth
I'm the worst on the box, change my arms per blood
Your bombs on my site don't let me go inside
Get
Nowadays I been feelin' kinda different
Put in work for the penny just to make cents (Sense)
Old slimes they been tellin' me I'm restless
Is it
them fools, tell them feds I'm back
Ghetto bred pitbull, I ain't scared to scratch
I'm out the gate, po eight, 'cause I don't give a damn
HPD be lookin
I don't know man
(Seen her. Seen ya. Seen em)
I think that white man gave me a Reggie blunt
(Seen em. I saw her.
The bars came out though
I seen ya
mold us
Pretty soon you prolly gonna see me on a poster
Like Winona, but I'm much colder
And by this time next year I'm gonna tell you that I told ya
You
A long, long yellow fruit
I can still remember
How the pie it used to make me smile
And I knew if I had a knife
That I could cut myself a slice
And,
for my friends
People can't see my pain, camouflaged by a grin
It's like one fifty one make you run out your skin
Got a turtle out his shell let
The sunlight will make you glow
Caught the liar so come back home
For real
Well girl you get me you just don't know
Camille
If I had to guess you might be one
Night calls and we don’t need no sleep, haven’t seen you in so many week’s
Ain’t nobody ever make me feel like This connection way to deep
Ain’t Nobody
to the wall
Just returning my native call
And thats the way we're getting by ya
Always keeping you on the wire
Takin you higher - call me a liar
But you won't
G-a-t in the path finder
Cause you haters got P.H.d's
Y'all just some major haters and some math minors
Tiger woods don't make me grab iron
fronting MC, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can't rap
I said it before, I'll say it again
You don't belive me, ask your fans
When I
the purple
It's helping me think (Think)
White diamonds and yellow gold
Rinse in my sink (Sink)
Rock graham, yeah Robert
My diamonds hit mean (Uh)
I love how
of doom was ringing in my head
Get up fella, and don't make no fuss
Put your clothes on, you gotta come with us.
To cell number seven
Cell number seven
Throwing Dollar$ For Thrills
Lyrics by © Graham Hull 2023
We're way out in the country outback
We're way out in the country
We're throwing dollars
go out like the last bitch!
Heh, five-oh's on my ass main
They know me by the face, but they don't know my last name
Now I'm back on the case
Short brown hair, with pretty brown skin, enchant me with those nice brown eyes
Please stay late night, we can fix it if we try
Fell for you on sight, we
Call me Gallagher 'cause I'm so shameless
The papers, saw the pages that are the cost of my failures
Victimized by the public, don't know if I could
January 21st
I still remember the date
You asked me how I was doing
I let it out, "I'm not great"
That week we met for some food, I tried to tell you
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock
Well, so far you've heard
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body
And the name then you's a liar
Those just some warning shots
Bullets hit right by ya
I was just sparking off the block
Now I'm on fire
I just pulled out better
And I say, please don't kill my high
Please don't kill my high
And I say, please don't kill my high
Please don't kill my high
They tell me it's
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