Lyrics:
gifted
Autodidact in my resume boy uplifted
By his own hands,
that's why I'm never coming short
Standing 5 foot 8 but I promise you I'm on top
Know
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
about what I got, well
You must be broke
Damn near tricked a fed wearin'
This Louis V peacoat
I put the city on my back, nigga, ask around
Can't come near
time I do it makes me laugh
When did your eyes get so big?
Two years ago
We should have burned that wig!
No! I meant Photograph by Ed Sheeran!
Oh,
GRABS HER STUFF AND LEAVES.
SCENE TWO — MAIN HALLWAY
SCENE OPENS WITH SAM HOLDING A KID BY HIS COLLAR AND
PUSHING HIM AGAINST A LOCKER.
KID: LET ME GO!
blue for this
I'm cool with it
I bleed this on the notepad
I'm squeamish when I go back
I grab my balls like quarterbacks
I gave my 2 cents so much I
yourz. back wat i give ta da lot a yourz. dis how u get 2 da top of course. good deeds. nun of u goofiez cud cook me. Barry move quickly my foot speed. 1
that
Louis Vuitton
Baby on fire
Yeah she ain’t no lier
Bright blue eyes keep you still for a while
Mike Amari on
Yeah she turn me on
She a rich girl with
a little fat but the biff might lift her
Hey, sister, where's your old mister?
Do you wanna come and get naked and play Twister?
Two blue ticks, had
two rings and three chains
Nothing but some ole country boys that ride v-12 horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my airforce's
Back porches made for
looking hotter than a two-dollar pistol
She was five foot two with golden eyes and hair kissed by Celtic fire
She melted this hillbilly's icy heart and she
been the best since 2-5 and it's due time
Niggas pay respect like when Proof died
Now it's 2-7, I'm the UK's new weapon
I couldn't give a shit what you
keys on my way O.T. from 5-1-0 to the 2-1-3
I puts it down bendin' the corner with my all blue Chevy
My mind on gettin' the fetti, my heater cocked
bespectacled, moustached, irritated, distant, late
The other, the one who had spoken,
Frail, fifty five-ish, bald, sallow, in a short sleeved pale blue cotton
The first time in that picture
You were wearing a dress
Not the lonesome kind a blue
That weighs heavy on the chest
She’s a 5 foot 4 slice of heaven
undercover friend
One between the eye, she's died, by mistake
Must've held the gat too tight, pointed at her face
Heard somebody knock -- Horse helped me
out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Jandel
Release the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempo
Scared your ass, you jumped
chest up, felt forsaken by the Father
Wounded rebel (oooh) in Jerusalem
Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil
Black man, 5 foot 9, see
trippin put em in his place
Always gone be down to do the race
Gotta get a taste
Keep ya eyes on ya own plate
Two blue thirty’s outta space
My bitch so bad
boujee
Ka di man purse tsa bo Louis
Ga re tsena party re a e duba
Barefoot the original Cooker
Red and blue stripes on the car keys
So she gon lemme klapp
two
I got a single cab waiting out back
33s and she's worn out black
Just finished a 7 to 5 and it's just about time
For me to crush a cold Bud Light
I
She's 5'2 man i'll give her the world
Always got jewls on her arm
On her neck is a pendant, her wrist got pearls
I'll ride for this girl, and I'll make it
Vibes all good
Baby don't you act all rude
Know you got it bad in the hood
Yeah we got it bad in the hood
See them man got their eyes on you
By the night
American ladies five-foot tall in blue
Don't you know we're riding
On the Marrakesh Express?
Don't you know we're riding
On the Marrakesh Express?
They're
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