Lyrics:
gave you
Even Meek Mill's gettin' jerked by his record label
T.I. tryin' to become a comedian
Whoever told him he was funny was fuckin' misleadin' him
It's a dogs life loving you baby
But you love someone else
Now he's moved by basket
I'd like to put him in a casket
I'll wear my best collar to his
life loving you baby
But you love someone else
Now he's moved by basket
I'd like to put him in a casket
I'll wear my best collar to his funeral
Ta
wit a scholarship...
...and won the championship
But when it came to his life he didn't care...
...cause he took it to the air
"Cross and a hook,
Just Dance
RedOne konvict
Gaga (Oh oh, eh)
I've had a little bit too much, much
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
All of the people start to rush
(Start to rush by
DJ won't play it tho
A memorex with his name and his number on it
2 tracks and it's free
(does anybody want it?)
Phone rings and he know what that
wooh)
Refrain:
I Am is here, to bless you
I Am is here, to heal you
I Am is here, to walk with you
I Am is here, by His love
I Am is here, for your life
I'm KRS and we get ill
Dj Scott Larock got his own beat
The extravagant life is what we seek
I will tell you like this cos I know for a fact
I will
a worry on his mind
When out slithers a black snake
Just after quarter time
Daddy's been bitten by a tiger snake
Mama's been bitten by a brown
Sister's
see the beam
Baby life been good, I don't need to dream
But I need a drink, we 'boutta get it started
Nigga big mad I'm his bitch favorite artist
Goyard
Scrubby clothes, parents ?, no friends amongst his peers
Junior high arrived so depressed inside
Late one evening he even tried to take his own life
Yo his
pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats
In tune with my flesh I was
Left for dead by
The playlist of my former Dj
Then the Rewind Selecta
Showed me better
And made me to be son of the King
no funny actin'
And it was me that introduced Mini to money bags and (Queens in the house)
Grandmaster Vic (Queens in the house)
The DJ's Disco
Von, Von
Von, Von (huh? What? Huh? Huh? Huh?)
(Dj on the beat so its a banger)
Let me tell you what it's like
Let me tell you what it's like
calling you a hun
Strange shit
Even stranger how you spit
Using the goats name as clickbate and insulting his click
Don't you know we don't click like any
calling you a hun
Strange shit
Even stranger how you spit
Using the goats name as clickbate and insulting his click
Don't you know we don't click like any
Mizta Splenda
It's Dj Titan on the mix
Every choice I make for my life
Decisions I make for my life
Sacrifice I make for my life
I have risked
someone else
Now he's moved by basket
I'd like to put him in a casket
I'll wear my best collar to his funeral
Ta mauvaise foi, j'aimerais bien que ça
At the wake no kids was there
Father old, pissed off, cause his kids a whore
But he couldn't even flip the funeral was paid for
By this singer who won a Grammy
by the crossfires of gimmick
He lost his image, LSD marking the scrimmage
He'll never finish, forget it down in the village
with saks of tray size
A woman
But ain't I
A woman
She smiled as it grew inside
To hide his lust
And to free himself form scorn
Don Luis fired his whore
And sent away his growing
killed by a cop that thought negative
Shot in the back like a victim of Jesse James
Tell them his motherf***ing name!
Phillip Pernell, murdered by
This is, this is
Doing what I gotta do
What up though?
We the best music
I guess I'm on my Don shit
What that mean?
I'mma go
DJ Khaled
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