Lyrics:
hits, songs that I would label classic
Soon as I tapped in got on a roll with no traffic
But here I go
With little effort As I sober up
From that high
Devin Hester, Ted Ginn with the runback
I switched gears, and I turned some pages
Past year, fire burning- been engulfed with changes
Why's that? Who you
Bellin
Strolling with a limp
Sagging hard
Mainly done by L.A street niggas
Bellin
Is not just a casual stroll
But a way of life
A movement
just waiting for the baton
Got my masters in English
So I may resort to Latin
By the time you hear time
I'll be past gear six
And if they ain't dead
(you blink)
It's December
But my mind still be in summer
Too much went by, can't remember (oh, shit)
But made some moves that they'll remember (you
If I'm not countin' a fetty or makin' a song about countin' a fetty
Or talkin' to Priddy 'bout countin' a fetty
I keep goin' ghost, seen a lot
want me
Weed so strong you sounding dumb weak
Weeks going by I haven't heard a word
Think I'll text you February 31st
Used to see your greatness lately
stay empathetic, I don't think you have a heart
In a new whip, I'm switchin' gears
Car got a red coat, no Paul Revere
For me, you show no urgеncy, and I
lights and a day gone
Most of these n**** won't stay long
Now the kid stuck on the same song
Same goals, hoes better make some
Lucy point the gun Eenie
What you got till it's gone
Through the years
And the tears
Turn the gears and I'm gone
Face your darkest fears
With a grin and a song
That's the type
played by thots
Her comments in my head is it fun? Its not
It's been a damn year and still locked in fear
She said she'd make me shine but she bit me in
elektrisch wie auf Strom, das sind Kettenreaktion'
Ich berappe die Nation, was ist jetzt, du Hurensohn
Messlatte steigt, du Bastard, ich weiß
Diesen Song
back home
So I shift into third gear
And cruise off to my favorite songs
And still I don't know why
I'm always putting up a fight
When I'm so damn
Well, I've been running around trying to figure out just what this ole life's supposed to mean
Should I fall right into place and be another gear in
Gemello got his maccaro face
And this fuckin' really Bono Vox
You knuck body knows but the champ is here
Metal gear Cole want me grilla
Capoceddo in
Calito
Coz she wanna wrestle with the dick though
Make her tap out Rich Gang song
Been getting tail since ye old
Got that dog in me pitbull
All that bark
a jumper
I got sued by my idol, ain't that shi sad
Cause I made a remix and it got the nigga mad
But ya boy won, cause I went and broke a leg
Luck was
gears higher
making every exit disappear in the haze
I've been behind the wheel draining every ounce of patience
counting miles I cannot take it any
a real peach of a day today. The van had a blowout on the way. By 11 am it was already lookin' bad. We drove all the way to Amarillo. The people are warm
debates
Girls singing to my songs while
They're washing the plates
Think it's fair to say I came a long way
Couple years up in a
Prison couldn't stop me
It
had a fucked up year
Weighed a buck-eighty wet and had fucked up gear
Drove a blue Buick Century filled with cassettes
I was broke as shit, more
tomorrow
Ain't nobody sitting on they own
Niggas singing songs playing beer pong
Its okay that we can't always do the right thang
'Cause I heard a little
got power, go easy at first
Control on, how's that so far, so good
Turn on the suction pumps pumps on, stand by
It's working, it's blowing in nodules
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