Lyrics:
wouldn't be here if it weren't for the mandem
Wouldn't be here if it weren't for my family telling me
S keep chasing your dreams and don't ever stop till you
Than 6 zeros on the cheque if you wanna sign me
Man are indie so run it by me
I can twist beats up in my sleep
Cold so you cant summer-ize me
Any
a ho, no no
It's like a 9 to 5 but I be high
I'm like the captain and my partner Curtis bout to come by
And beam me up, you don't see me much
'Cause
asked u was to hold me down
But ur shifting like a serpent tell me homie how
Whats ur motive ur purpose to let a homie down
Sorry for putting you
Here to
Bring your
Doom this
The Apocalypse!
Citc yeah
Bitch
That be
The family
I sat Them all
Down because
They Could
Not Stand
Me do This
For fam
Give
yeah
(only one, only one, only one)
You're my only one love
(only one, only one, only one)
You're my only one
Curtis Roach
She my
Only one
Hold me
No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
Till 3005, hold up
me coming.
Cold reigning king,
Hold all the secrets from you
As they produce the movement.
Even Siberia goes through the motions.
Hold out and hold
of flair like Rick I hold the pick
And plus I smoke a stick of heavy
Marijuana when I pose for flick
Get off the dick because we busting now
And when we come
Wanna talk about it we can get into it
Got the liquor in me now I'm getting foolish
You gonna hold it in well that defeat the purpose
I done been in
Sleazy103
You already know
We here for a routine vibe
All that
We here for the long run
I done had a fun night
Og in my wood You must be smoking
made her liable to manage it/
We making music she sung for me,
In a Bridgeport hoodie, welcome to the company
cpollo cli
Luxury automobiles headed
the pain, adopted by guerrillas
Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
Got tattoos wit skin and scars from brawls
Got a buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for
(you know that feeling)
Fly you out, Miami Beach, we ocean sailing (What? Yeah)
You hold me down, when I need you to (need you to)
But I need you by
goin out like Curtis
I'll Get Rich Or Die Tryin' Bitch its that urgent
Now I get paid for verses
But I just scratched the surface
Its like I wrote
to ammunition there's thirty .30s and 'K's
And them Trays hold me down like that du-rag that's on ya' waves, bro (Shadyville)
Ayo, you're listening to DJ Whoo
of niggas, bitches, and critics, they all the same
Lame games they playin', lyin', tryin' me for my name
I stick my dick in your podcast
Tell the bitch
adopted by guerillas
Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls
Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard
Of course I have new motivations for staying slim and georgous, you see I recently got married,
I hope that means you are wishing me well and not
don't bug me in public, got blicky (bah-bah)
Big clip, Curtis Jack, got fifty (bah-bah)
Interstate, seen cops, got shifty (skrrt-skrrt)
Sippin' on some
they don't see me in public, got balaclava
Hope they don't bug me in public, got blicky (bah-bah)
Big clip, Curtis Jack, got fifty (bah-bah)
a homicide i'm thanking god to be alive
Niggas had to hold my weight im dolo right on Curtis dr
Gotta keep on doing me i'm making money multiply
Reapers
Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood
In Jesus' name, Amen
I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central
She had
day by
Day by day by day by day by day by day by
We laugh at them, for they know their day is coming
The wicked draw their swords to slay the upright
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