Lyrics:
things were at
I'm out here by myself
You know I feel trapped
You know I cant resist, withhold or combat
What if money ain't change this all
We'd be
to chill when the club is crowded
But these dudes drink the liquor down daily by the gallon, wondering why their license ain't valid
We got drink over here,
To już nie mixtape przyszedł czas na album
F1 w towarzystwie Gokart'ów
Klub winowajców rodzina Adamsów
Najlepsi z najlepszych jak WC i Ice Cube
Nadal brak
a cold ass flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw
With a pistol on his right
[Mike Jones]
What my motherfuckin name!
Mike Jones...... Who?
Mike Jones.......Who?
Mike Jones...My album "Who Is Mike Jones" coming soon
Yeah!
Where
behind tent
Serving all day hitting corners getting bent
Time went by quick when we was kicking it
I wish that there was a way I could have predicted this
Uh! Its that boy Magnificent
AKA Maaagno
The Rookie Of Da Year
Be on the lookout for that solo album coming soon
[Magno]
It's Magnificent, but you
Sifting through weathered photo albums
Looking for gloriously aged Polaroids (does it make a difference? This is the way it is)
You think it
times four equals sixteen tracks
Word
Divided by two
Which is half of four
Equals OU818
Ah shit
Yo Trey, where's the goddammed drum machine?
Ah damn, I
bling here
Been having a Benz, been having Vettes, been having a Rover
Gotta house by the lake, look here ask Joe Claire, see I told ya
Been having
to get rid of all the animosity towards me
That was shown by the other kids, what do I do
And why do everybody want to see a nigga fall
Mama and daddy
those jeans
Got a crease, and it never ceased to amaze me
By the individual hustle, that'd pay me
When I got to provide for my baby, and maybe
I be
de conneries
By the way c'est Laurent Fortier, pour les rappers c'est Lary
Pour les jeunes filles c'est daddy pour la femme d'ma vie c'est mari
KEEP IT
of gave it back
You better invest in some crack, cause your rap game weak
I can't wait for your album drop, and flop in the streets
And what in the fuck
Barbarian bars, leavin' caesarean scars
All these wack ass albums
They comparing to ours
Statik and Ran, im just a savage with grams
We hit the block hard
It's better than a job shit I was barley getting by
My team is on the rise
We leave it to the sky and the clouds
Doing rounds keep our names fresh
young boys eating like they
Never seen a drought in my trap
Everybody weighing like it's Keenan house
(Ha ha ha) they say my shit is album of the
Year
depresso
Avevo un brothi fascio
Volevo dargli un bacio
Mi chiamava "frocio"
Ora gli piace il cazzo
Nei miei DM, Cattolica, Bocconi
Ci sto facendo un album
Ha ha ha ha hah, I'm laughing with my mobb
While you remained confused by me
The Prodigy
You put your verse I put my verse in
We see who really
the kids I won't be home for a while
Tell Mom don't stress, it'll go by fast
Get my last piece of sex
Before they ship my ass
Process it, down state my
In my moments
Through space share my time
Our moments
Can teach us
Albums my thesis
Your bullshit
Is weakness
Aborted the genius
Grieving
We get
tapen Spiller Nummer 10
Og labelen til Eazy E de ga ut Stevie Stone
Og CD-en hadde bangers ifra meg og Lotion
Så skjedde det som har skjedd
Big Ice by
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
Save Your Love (from the Album""Destiny"" by Louise Van Aarsen)
I know your body tells you
But keep listening to your mind.
Ask yourself
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