Lyrics:
Saint Bernard to DeVille nigga you know who i are
Project pecker, scatter site wrecker
Comin' out your 'Bauds hoes y'all wait a second
How the fuck you
the weapons to win all the harshest of wars, so
Let me ask you a question, take a seat for a second
Are you willing to adapt and survive for a time with your
your head, cooperate
If you think for 30 seconds you would know that it's a bad choice
She was in my bed for 30 seconds, shit was mad moist
Came in with
Won't be won't be long till i take off
And have all these girls tryna show me what there made of
Surrounded by cake just like the great british bake
being driven towards a
Destiny that's to wards
It takes ours to come for
It takes hours to comfort
The last song, it's rush hour
A drum roll by
followin' the Porsche in the seven (yo, who the fuck are those niggas man?)
Damn, maybe I'm just illin' (yo, is that?)
The van made a right, BM in
“300 000 dead today”
“History made on Wall Street today; a huge rally! The Dow Jones Industrial climbing over the 30 000 point milestone for the first
a problem keep my name out your mouth
Cause these boot spurs are freshly mounted
And I ain't afraid to sleep in the County
If you want a problem we can get it
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
the nighttime
The gang, we come alive out the moonlight
We just some demons walkin' around past midnight
Follow me, follow me, follow me
These women be callin'
from the trigger squeeze (*Gun cock*)
Cuz all these haters be jealous, look what they did to Kyf (*Gunshot*) (R.I.P. Kyfan)
Look what these drugs did
check
Put your pride to the side for a second
Dissect it
I'ma die for my section
Y'all would die for attention
When I said I made it by myself I really
game at sixteen (For real)
Shot in the shoulder, no vaccine, ridin' my wave like they marines (Whew)
These caps and clips, they be bustin' in his visage,
like a wand these Africans are above and beyond
Get fly and we snatching your charm
Together with Sage Poet and BA7 we're a Federation of brethren who
And bought them needful books, and everyway,
Like one who does his duty by his own,
Made himself theirs and tho' for Annie's sake,
Fearing the lazy gossip
To them boys in blue y’all bleed like we do.
Second Amendment Rights come strap like the Military. Protect the minds by any means necessary
(B MOR 7
knees so fuck you
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet
about it now, that's damn near 1 point 5
I kill 'em all I'll be set for life
Frank pay attention
These muthafuckas is henchmen
Renegades, if you die they
flinched down by the arcade
And the burglar alarm's been disconnected
And the newsmen start to rattle
And the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse
These trials make us who we are, who we are, we are
We're motivated by the scars that we're made of
These trials make us who we are, who we are, we
of the town
The incidents may vary
Jack and Mary Benny (24)
Nick and Sister Kenny (25)
Made the scene for me, too
Like little Lottie Lenya (26)
Helped
away these seconds we wont ever get back
Is it worth it in the end to lose the moments we have
The precious
Moment we let go
Designed by bad vibes
Oh-woah, oh-woah
Ayy, you know Cxb, he go crazy
(Xclusive made this)
Different diamonds dancin', new designer fabrics
Why I'm so attracted, can
hoes
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes
Twerk all right getty up Eddie Bow
Bounce for that Outfit twerk for that Elflic
Brawl for that Polaroid
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