Lyrics:
prolly
I can check if this molly cut with the marquis
Check if it's meth, and if it is then I pop three
Said I'm tryna drown in my cash flow
Ah, let me
me in the candle light
Ooh
Yeah
cnd I‘ll see you in morning
Waking up by your side
Like buried treasure baby,
I never knew what I would find
So
of worry and sorrow
Wir kränken einander mit Worten, die wir nur sprechen aus Angst vor dem Morgen
We hurt one another with words, spoken
through
You already know what I'm gone do
By the count of three hit'm with the one two
This is logic not pro tools
This is peace and love I'm tryna show you
F/ Sen Dog
[Verse 1]
I see them punk putos they coolin' by the lockers
Sellin' crystal to their women fine freaks turned flaca
Your lady say
missing you
One, two, three
I breathe out, I breathe full
I breathe you
Every bit of your scent that's left on my curtains
In my bed, in my blankets
In my
to another
Count your brothers
Fuck
One
Two
Shit man I don't even know maybe I got like three
Four
Fuck
I don't even know anymore bruh
Fuck it
Huh
Take out
to feel less like another miss
And like they thinking 'bout us normal citizens
I wonder if there's any time to fit us in
Too busy banning self-defence
the big boys
Like me Ahya
Verse 1:
Maxima
3 Cadillacs
And a Acura
Happy bruh
2 Benzos my hoes laugh at ya
Starter kit pushers I’m melting your Jesus
bet i couldn't eat
lookin at the cooking with a set of wooden teeth
opened up my big mouth, found that I could speak
so put another foot in it but
the different one (Cash)
This ain't no regular purple, bro, this the three letter one (Act')
I bought a clean brick, put some extra on it (Yeah)
I can tell it's
A real man puts his family 1st
Rolling with my brothers never put that 2nd or 3rd
They we're eating we was hungry plus dying of thirst.
Coming up
Bucket hat on like a old ass fisherman
I heard he wanna buy 20 os then send him in
I could cook a brick with my fucking eyes closed
No scale I could
shit
Yeah, yeah, shorty wan suck on my dick
Oh, oh, this ain't no jig, is a trick
Shit, shit, by the way I'm slinging this brick
Codeine straight to my
to juvenille halls
scrape yo turf on the wall, in county drawls
my mama abused alcohol
my pops an inmate
an me I'm sweepin halls to intake
hate
my mama carried
question)
[ VERSE 3: Big Roscoe & Mody ]
Big Roscoe's on his goal while I fuck around
Rippin niggas in half and tearin shit up when I go down
So let
All I want is my respect
Honesty my garment
2pac of this generation
Innovating novice
My art top Three inspirations
Under oath driving it
Past the 11
chance
To start again”
Genesis, 1:1-31
As told by Leonard
1 In the beginning Leonard created the hen and the farm.
2 And the farm was without form,
is shocked by two disasters in nine days and
Edwina resigns over a storm in an egg cup.
1989 Berlin wall is torn down,
Freedom sweeps the East. In
to two fifty cads roll these
What's on my mind is the teacher in the classroom
She said no pass, I asked to use the bathroom
I pulled my dick out then I
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
wouldn't have gone missin'
Picture a child in his prison
Where nobody gon' write me
And nobody come to visit
And visually i'm sustained by walls of steel
Is
1-2-3-4, maybe kill them all
Bought half a sec from blasting a tech,
Next time a bully push him up against the wall
The boys play hard, he ain't got no
about me? The garden doesn't lie, just like your worried face, Mr...”
Edward. Indeed, 'm troubled by one thing. In a few days I will have a difficult
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