Lyrics:
Fuck I just died, so tragic
Shes a whack game with some dope graphics
Regular as fuck and you press not to be savage
Climbing over friends in your
suffered by his side
She'd rather live in hell than die alone
I hope those odd appendages
Eventually fall off as you grow
Bad blood, bad luck
But apples
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
life
They say, nothing was gained, everything lost all out of heartache
But what I know, look at me now, begging for heartbreak
I don't know, on my
the pages back to a faded photograph of
memories of yesterdays
the years'll pass by but they'll never bring me back to you
my memory remembers presently
to live like kings. I lose my breath despite the air. When the rain falls down, I give in to despair. Pink magnolia in winter, she doesn't care if you
She has a revolver, well I have a monsoon! deep in the carpet of a hotel room my feet sit. three heads like doom, just not zen yet. this quartet
covers BaseOne lo fun mi ni audience
So I say big shoutout to Base
But then mi o lose guard
I still para the same
Did couple challenge by Hennessy VS
[Verse 1]
I’ma get mine
Give me some time
Give me space
Getting real high
Blow it in your face
I don’t know why everything changed
But I’m done with
Last night I was ready to go
But shawty tweakin my emotions
She think I'm a radio
But I ain't sweat it like I'm smokin reefer
Way too busy stackin
me though
I live by actual street code
I turn quarters to half a kilos
To have my links froze
Yeah, probably got a bitch on
Every block in your hood
So
Territories I live for
I'd still give my everything to love you more
a bowl of-of cereal
Or maybe make a sandwich
Of whatever's left over
From last night's fast life, escargot
Rap tight, back by best live show
Roll with
the shit?
I came to bring you the news
I ain't the one, some two-timers got your numerals confused
She likes the way I'm rhyming, so I get oodles of nudes
like a movie
if you run up on me just like a thot these bullets instantly choosing
gotta 30 but you ain’t gone use it I can tell by yo pockets you
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
surrounded by fam doe
That part is mando, I don't understand your ass
Get a little fame, get a little name, then forget the same from which you came
That
of these days gone be out there
It's a bitch took a ball, ball and parlay
Until we make it we mash together
Ooint seven by the nine we blast together
of these days gone be out there
It's a bitch took a ball, ball and parlay
Until we make it we mash together
Ooint seven by the nine we blast together
am a Suzy piggy bank, I got plenty change
She rep HBK the gang over everything
Fuck a bitch, I'm married to the game, with a wedding ring
Everybody try
some flicks
I want to wake up with a woman, not wake up with a...huh
I want to follow my dreams, not get stuck in a line
'Cause by the time I reach
Denny's and conduct symphonies
You fuckin with me, you won't live to see tomorrow, faggot!
I keep it gangsta, storin bodies in a dusty attic
You can't talk
family
And my mother told me you can be anything you want to be, nothing is impossible
But you gotta have God by your side if you really wanna scale
Don't know what to say to me
But she's intrigued by the diamond cut watch
The black silk socks, the video is on the pock
Let's move the party to the Doc
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