Lyrics:
Satellite
Will Paquin
Produced by
Will Paquin
Release Date
August 20, 2021
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[Verse 1]
Is that a satellite
Or is that
Gonna hold them down
I aint gonna pick them up
Demons have been found
All fucked up
All fucked up
Mask off man I see clearer
Stabbed in the back by
stay filled
Bigger than Uncle Phil
Need that house up on the hill
Right now
Pryde Rocc in the building
All of our ambitions
Going straight through
hurry up because it ain't gonna last
V2
It's either right or left or up and down Baby's first steps took her straight to town Diagonal move into a wedding
Halleluway, Halleluway,
Making that money,
TCO,
Your boy Steel,
Halleluway, halleluway,
Verse 1
Well you know by now I'm a baller, makin' that money, getting'
in (check)
I link P on my jack jones in the morning
He was one up too 'cause we're staunch and they know this
My boys in a SRT, he didn't rent it
loved
Young thugs loading up amo
The flag with the banner somebody come lock up the gun club
We was straight watching the news
See everyone loose
It felt
getting suntanned by the pool had to call a plumber because he had the right tool to fix my hummers rear passengers side door then it was getting cold last
lives
And go through with abortion and in time we'll feel its fine
Plus you got a big move in 2 months it wont work
Between me and you two and us three
air
Walking up the space stairs
Space boots, three pair
Leaders of that next lair
Back up at it like a centrifuge
Checking out the style
the tent
Trend setter, red beam for plexing
Crawling, living the life of a Texan
Get down your block three in the morning, waking the hood up
Crawling
straight, and your mind on your
Mail
Live your life like mine, you might end up in jail yeah
'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you
Get up! It's time!
Get up and make it snappy!
Dance like a psycho
A sight like nothing on earth
Keep a wide berth
>From anyone you might
bail)
Here we sit, whiskey bent, freestylin' over cricket chirps
He would spit, then I went, loaded gun, death we flirt
Leave it up to the Baptist
Aight look
Ever since I was thirteen
I been surrounded by hurt dreams
And fake niggas who threw shots, but none of that shit could hurt me
you in high school nigga
Who you lyin' to man, nigga we ca' see straight through you like a x-ray nigga
Me I'm Gorilla you'd be me if you could
But I
Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale
by this industry I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail
You can hate me, but await me like
of nothing else
They lay there silent
Not touching
She's crying
Backs to each other
And he's sighing
Three days straight fighting
'I can't bear your
running through my mind
Don't know what's up with me
Shit fuck with me all the time
Eating at my spine
A motherfucka in my prime
How you gonna get
had a chance.
The world we live in is going straight to hell. The fellows i know, there's no way to turn.
We're all living in exile.
I'm in exile
aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat
What the fuck is this? Your Van Damme flick, that`s cute
But I`m hear to fuck up your day do
Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo
player get popped
I try to drink the pain away and pray that it stops
in the mornin' head straight to the spot, the juice bar
niggas tried all that other
Who you lyin' to, me? Nigga
We can see straight through you like a x-ray, nigga
Me, I'm gorilla, you'd be me if you could
But I don't think you can
platinum pieces with canari diamonds (diamonds)
but haters they talkin but never mind them (never mind them)
[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
Well I'm back up in yo'
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