Lyrics:
See niggas hating for no_thing, I be up here stun_ting
Show your Cards you bluff_ing
My track you be Bum_pin
See niggas hating for no_thing, I be up
just need to get high
Baby don't kill the vibe
I'm a be by your side
And if you want me all night
Girl I'm a show you my style
But you go promise me say
Oh oh
Ah Reeky baby
Oh aiiii
Eh eeeee
Emi Jamo Pyper
Girl I know you’ve been played by a lot of guys
Some talk seh dem love you but dem just Dey
[Intro: Killah Priest (old man) {Timbo King}]
Go ahead motherfucker, shit
I don't know man, this motherfucker
First day right, check it out, don't
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
started to want to change
I can't hear you
I let the seraphim slip away (bum bum bum)
Take me to the Frey
Take me to the grey to the spirit
Take me to frey
cheap so I can not conversate
-Get straight to it everyday while ya bums procrastinate
Back and forth on interstates striker got some dealer plates
-If
I mean
But things that you'll see cannot be unseen
It makes me say
There's bum on the street and he's asking for change
But nobody looked his
The bells are ringing
The song they're singing
The sound is bringing the people 'round
They hear the instructions
They follow directions
They
you yea,
As things dey go,
I’m not so sure, I can let you go,
baby dance with me, as I sing for you yea,
Make you feel the blues, yea.
Rebecca,
I got the right street
But the wrong direction
Help me find the way
To your affection
I'm on the right train
But the wrong track
Come on boy
the laughters
Join disasters
For soon it might just end
We'll die or just pretend
And when my eyes descend
I see the life
Of no direction
Waking life is wasted
multiple choice and I times it by ten
Haters be commenting under my page
Like I care what they saying I'm not even fazed
Let me get the gorillas to let out
industry
I grab myself by the neck
That ain't what it's supposed to be
But I can't handle more shit than any other
So I seek for peace under others
one
I biggedy-bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, I'm savage
I shake them up and down like the Down Jones Average
I'm cocky, like Rocky, I
szafie staff
Robimy cotton tu po to by mieć z niego hajs
I mamy potąd tego ich zjebanego daj aj
O right pchajmy biznes
Kobra handluje elitarny street wear
Yea
Yea, yea
Yeah
Yeah
Yea
Mm
Yeah
Got me facin'
This ends it
Pick, but which direction
Finally relate to what I see in the reflection
No answer
to make these niggas fall
If you got a fuckin problem I suggest you make a call
Jealous ass bitches you can fall by the wasteside
Broke bum broke niggas you
search the valleys and the hills
You gotta find her Mr. Mills
I can't attempt to point you in her direction
I was blinded by the look in her eyes
Give it to me by lexzan
Tonight we get to play it (play it)
Two dice we get to roll it (to roll it)
Up in the crowd, gimme bum bum
Baby grind on it,
trust no clowns
I can not do no fakes, so bums is not Allowed
We screaming fuck the ops, Late Night on overtime
We baggin dolla signs, bill counters Go
the s***
And you know bum bum bum
I just really do me
And got a drum dum
Dummy n**** You know me
And I really does it well
And you already know
Young n*****
on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote
a shady catch
10-4 yo cover is on trail by deathmatch
No goals, no direction, fake love, just mismatch
First let me kick this shit off by sayin'
I don't
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