Lyrics:
the white horse, but toot my own horn
Sleep
You've been shedding too much light, lu (dumb it down)
You make'em wanna do right, lu (dumb it down)
They're
mission all they do is crash
And we just let it burn and light the blunt up with the fire
Count up what we earn and disappear like Tommy did it when he
and it's right by water
I'm the Trap God and I walk on water
G-Gucci Mane I'm the water man
Make it rain, do the water dance
Water dripping like
Constante como gotas de agua perforando rocas
Fugitivo John Lurie en down by law
Chicos Ralphie down by Lo interconectándolo
Mis lineas subterráneas metro
and
I never wanted to carry this baggage
But now the way I can put my thoughts together
In an album, it is not no magic
It is just a beautiful package
do the job yeah
But they don’t know who done it
It ain’t over, thought I told ya
It get wicked in my city
You ain’t a soldier
You can’t even kick it in
got right
That's top flight
Secure it, he without pipe?
Never
I'm always outside
Like
Craig and Day Day
We ain't come to play play
Make one mistake
Fuck
don't define me
Money, power, respect, but these checks won't refine me
Won't abandon my self-worth just to be a signee
They do it for the shine, my
boy Ruggy Batcave
Radio Batcave Studio
Doing it like we always do it about this time
Courtesy of 215 Aphillyated its Flamers 25
Hosted by Cosmic Kev
Uh, yeah, the boy Extra
We right back at it like we left somethin' knaw'mean?
It's the R-O-C, since 9-6, you know we get busy
Got the young lady
shirt by Marni, this shit ain't around
We get this paper, all that other shit be played out
I can take you where it's double what you pay, I got it laid
hate niggas more than the Nets owner
You extra, huh, tryna do your best for her
Lil' nigga, you pressed on her
I'm sendin' shots at his ass like Cupid
of y'all really be on some celibate shit
Heavy hitter in this, never need Jenny Craig
I'm just trying to get bigger by multiplying my bread
Young Nino ya
hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with
Pimpslap-blue war der Renner bei etlichen Hausfrauen
Dieses Jahr wird es berbisches Faustblau
Versteck dich im Laufhaus, du Körperklaus
Du warst
to age, He's never lost a fight
He'll do it again, in the end we win and the left will know who's right (Come on)
Pre-chorus: Giants are falling, hear
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
for me
I see the problem, me the problem, yea I be the problem
So the test is.. How do I expect to solve it
Obama, my daddy, my momma, zeros
It's ya boy David Banner
I'ma see if I can bring tha Gangsta Walk back
Memphis, Mississipi, Everybody from tha South
Lets Rawl! (roll)
Gon'
Didn't want to do it, Sam and David gave me every reason
Two older brothers, the youngest survives all the beatings
I came to conquer the plebeians
How do I deliver this
Twist it into licorice
I can tell you can see look at me difference
Long damn road with a long damn fight
But it aint gonna be
Don’t Give Up (On Your Dreams)
Music by David Zipse
Lyrics by David Zipse & Stephanie Wright
Don’t give up on your dreams
Just believe you can do
of the bando
Definitely, I don’t even copy ninguem i’m just
fighting to hit by Myself
To Rule the world, rolling Like a Skrt with my All
DR3AMERS to be
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
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