Lyrics:
the sky
The moon's my mammy
The storm holds my eye
Dressed in westerlies [?]
Robed by robes ol' man river knows my name
And the reason you were born
Is
My mom is a thug with the bomb-diggy bud
And her palm on her gun
Just for blastin that ass
Actin insane for the platinum chain
And her new album's
the money is near, I ain't coming out the van
Keep close, gotta keep hoes by the G code
Got three hoes in the G4
Got A, B, C, D, E, F, G, X, Y and Z hoes
Das Ultimatum ist vorbei jetzt gibt's Genozid
Lad die Magazine in der Präsi Sweat
Seit dem Texagon Release will jede Punkbitch was vom Don
Scheiß auf
Back when I got paid by flippin'
Now my card ain't got no limit
Ain't reflected in a minute I been busy livin'
Still respected in my city
Rockin'
decreased
Came in the game with no chain or receipt
Now we sit at the banquet, we're ready to feast
You have all been deceived by the greed of the weak
We
motherfuckers want to put them on mute
8 banging albums in my time, that's what i produce
Special feeling knowing no one else can say that
I'm always ready when
done dropped
The bomb in timely fashion ay
And I carry it my flow lava by it I mean the industry
Hold up hold up lemme prove it real quick
Let
as the summer's on, I took the winter off in
L.A. 'cause the city's too cold but I'm heating up, soon as I drop the album
We on an island like Friday in Robinson
a ghost like Casper
Everything go smooth for me, like I got my Masters
FUBU platinum up, birds in the Acura
Albums platinum up, I kill any bastards
southern niggas in these streets
Yeah I'm candy flipper, you can have a picture
While I pose like a playa, by the candy with ya
Koopa never have no time,
techs
I'm in the kitchen shorty thinkin i'm a sous chef
4 chains watch em swang I need two necks
You don't want me on the sticks that's a cheat code
I
What, what?
(This goes out to the general public)
Yo you over there Styles? Yeah dog
(Anybody sleepin' on us) second album nigga two guns up nigga
songs, a lot is riding on this album"
Maaaaan, fuck that, gimme piece of chain or medallion
Candy-gray Maybach, her ass stay flat
"You really shouldn't say
to sole
Sole
Sold!
Sell outs for a prostituted wealth
Gains mean and meant by
The whole world gazes in anger nigh
While projected virtues signal wretched
fat
Everything I do they make it out a hashtag ( Hashtag )
Beats produce by Will and every song you gonna run it back
Son getting bigger one day might
a time I wanted to die with Lana Del Rey
But now I just wanna die with a mic in hand
Record more albums like I am grand
Release them just to see where I
and its price is like a pearl
Didn't steal these chains and I ain't a criminal
When you see my chain I got all the minerals
I run that shit in like that
here for the footage barely text the bitches after
No singles in a minute
Probably drop this when it's mastered
Oh shit the album that reminds me
If you
Selaga (talk to me), is a love song performed by Ugandan rapper lanie banks. It is affiliated to the album chain of emotion; this track focuses
Summer of '14
Working southeast in Columbia
Writing about some shit I hadn't seen
Like your incoming call
Smoking chains of Pall Mall
Trying to do
Bank account full of loot, it was wild as a zoo
We was down for a while now the album is through
Better see five stars by the album review
Or you
on the broken side of the mattress
Just because you know I cared for you
You should've left me alone I was in album mode
Big kudos to you tho you made the album
Don't get frustrated, it's complicated, he always with his friends
Look, there he go, by himself, slippin', he in that Benz
(Nigga, get out the car, you
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