Lyrics:
just know i'm gonna mourn you til i join you
Chorus: x2
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
i hope you here me now in god we trust
even all
the trunk to the dump
I'ma rain on 'em, put the chump a slump
Like a rib shot
That's what the customers want
Don't cha, this ain't the typical story
broad day)
My hoodbaby they gon' fuck up the place
(My hoodbaby)
Pop a addy we be on 'til the next day
(Pop a addy, baby) if I go broke I'ma wipe
Some
life of a MC
and I sell a lot of records makin' pimp beats
I could do a show tonight and make ten G's
Fuck til the mornin', sleep late and smoke weed
I'm tryin to be here for these kids
But, most niggaz'll still point the finger
And take yo' kindness for weakness 'til a motherfucker bang ya
of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody go 'til the God say so
You got
I'm right here (ayy)
Now I'ma ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause
wanted you to follow was poetry
Mind takes X-rays, so listen closely
From the darkness came the light, clear out of a dark night
Now I'm here to spark
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
pimp beats
I could do a show tonight and make ten G's
Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway
I
the hell what we know if you ain't know round here
You say the wrong thang, will get ya back blown round here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone
What the fuck
Y'all niggas supposed to be family man
Niggas out here fightin in the
Street and shit man
After ten long, years, guess who comin, home
and stability
We tryna build immunity
And all these racist people in power is what keeps fueling me
I'ma go hard til the wheels fall off
I'ma go hard til
two at once, up 'til next week
I'ma pop one, boot up
(I'ma pop one, boot up)
I'ma pop one, boot up
(I'ma pop one, boot up) (pop a X pill, boot up)
I'm right here (ayy)
Now I'ma ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause
Bumboclaat
We be drinking drdrdrinking drinking 'til we get drunk
We be drinking drdrdrinking drinking 'til we get fucked
We be drinking drdrdrinking
hustle, mama, I'ma move the white
If I died and came back, I'd do it twice
Brainwashed by the block, it consumed my life
Cool nigga but a killa when
of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody go 'til the God say so
You got
Smoke We Drink(4X)
Caliboi E
Weekend Here Bout To Get Right
We Turnt Up cnywhere On Fucking Site
We Smokin Me & Ma Nicca's We Drinkin Yea Me & Ma Nicca's
'til my hands hurt
(Hands hurt)
Foreign door, push got the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self,
gonna mourn you til I join you
Chorus: x2
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
i hope you here me now in god we trust
even all the prayers can't bring
Through the lights, cameras
And action glamour, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll
Plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased
By then
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
Let me see you clap your hands
Baby clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands
Shake it for me til your back break (x2)
I wanna see you make your
Discuss these here til x mas by tuxedomoon Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In