Search results for 'good boys blow up mix by blondie' Page #30

Dry over time
Memories leave us
Melody and rhyme
When the cold wind blows

The seeds we gather
From the gardener's glove
Live forever
Nothing

I ain't fuckin with none of ya'll 

Real ones be 
Too hard to 
Come by 
No shade boy yeah 
Let um sun dry 
Truth is 
You a bitch 
Man that's no lie

was some commas and swag in designer fits
If you ain't talking business then you know I gotta dip
Got me all up in yo mix
Champagne come take a sip whoa

texting my phone make it blow up, I fuck her tonight, tomorrow, don't show up
I take that molly, mix it with a soda, I put a hole in that boy like a donut

tipsy
Four by four with some big ole' titties
Kenwood's bumping and I'm whippin' a shitty
Backroad travel with my boy's it's a given
Grandma told me

cup up I mix it up with purp
Man free my niggas man he just went berserk
So when I'm in the streets I gotta stay alert now man
I'm About make the world

just like a fiend
Open up the top and watch him clean
These days I don't worry 'bout a thing
Boy I been on top like what you mean?
Bro he stay on lit

Blowin loud til I'm deaf
Roll it til it's nothin left
Boy you a sideline like a cleft
I don't see the bench Ima starter
Comin straight up out that

Breakin' Old Habits

Scarface

Duets: The Final Chapter

2005

block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by

I'll make it worthwhile
And be the first to blow up since mount Kilimanjaro
When I write my lyrics down on a etch a sketch
I pledge it will be

this doe
And with a few good heaters
We can make some more
You only get something hot when
You face the mob
Probably blow a whole job with Escobar
From

been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little

(Damn, Spancy)

When I wake up gotta grab my fire
These niggas be waitin'
(These niggas be waitin')
What I look like gettin' killed by a opp
These

klay and steph
When we be coming down the floor
Except my boy torch with his left
But regardless that bitch gone blow
And he couldn't even call for help

the floor, yeah
Remember when I took a bar, I was feelin' good, fuck a nigga hoe, yeah
Free lil jo up out them bars, have a nigga parked to get that nigga

of a MacBook computer
Sooner or later, I might know when I'm gonna blow up
Just a man in his twenties all fully grown up
Mo bucks is what I might get

It's a Drought

Master P

Good Side, Bad Side

2004

get through this man, meet me by the sto'
And I don't know, what they told you boy
I got that A1, whole baking soda boy
You could add the B12, put it in

I Luv U

Dizzee Rascal

Boy in da Corner [UK]

2004

That boy' some prick you know?
All up in my hair
Thinks that I care
Keeps following me here
Keeps following me there
These days I can't go no where

it by

Ice cream cake or runtz shit fucc it mix it together
Sound like one hell of a blend put both them bitches together
c couple hits then suddenly

The stair or attic ray Ray with me
He gon' blow shit like a head gasket

You don't sell dope, scam, drop bodies
You can't hang with us
Yeah, all we postin' up

Ya ass ain't comin' back
Last night was a good day bought
30k up off my traps

My trap, it be coming with issues
Gotta keep swishers and pistols
If

from my plans
Try'n to blow up
Some people are so focused on
The road to success
They don't see their whole family
Laying dead on the tracks
I rather

Goddamn BJ made another one
Run it up im like all over again
I dont know like where you been
I got choppas fns
I blow that check and run it all up

pick it up we lift em up we lift em up we flip em up we flip em up we mix
Em up so we pick em up pick em up yeah we mix em up we lift em up yeah we lift