Lyrics:
and my Story is rare
Was calling up djS
Letting the heat sing
I'm upping in gold
I'm outta control
Got beat by my teachers
In Haiti, I'm patient
They
an album
Got another one coming
Making money off these n*****
When they try to play the
I messed up, let me try again
Baby girl, I don't know what you
Once upon a time not long ago
When Gonzo was a kid
with no money to show
Before Supreme Team had the corporate beef
When Sean2slow's album was
Might just stomp on a opp
Call that boy album, he gon' drop
Huh, I ain't got time to stop
And this glock gon' turn his oversized T to a crop top
I'm glad
You know that we stay chillin', when I rap I'm always killin' these motherfuckin' beats
Cause you know we spend heat, after this album and I think
and fam fed up by me boy
Knock, knock shit, bet they lock the door
Engaged but headed 'round divorce
She caught it, check my child support
Make a nigga that
greaze but I bet that's fake
Dem boy dere never dropped no heat
Therefore, I will not check man's tape
Kick a man's face like Ong-Bak
Blacked-out
kill it
I'ma kill it
My nigga its the
M-A-Triple-D-O
Don't forget the C ho
Visualize the audio
Its album number cinco
Lyrics by the Doctor
You're
and believers. This was the album inspired by all Emotions that would attribute the deep and uncontrollable need of someone
In my case my amazing wife!
The rock
malnourished
In a place where social status is determined by commerce
And money is god he's thinking of turning a convert
All he has is his nap sack and his
Voice of the VO, know I'm He, so I'm riding with H1M
I told my brudda I can't have heat when I'm in his gym
Reap what I sow if I go broke I'm turning
look, Concerts booked
Lyrics get you hooked
Im on Fire
Feature free like a gun for hire
But instead im shootin heat
On my grind had to quit beatin my meat
Rapping on these beats is getting hard steady
An albums coming and I know no one's ready
Here we go
The story finally comes into play
The heats coming
worst shit
And I'll be blowing up when ya heard this
Cuz I'm the one who produced every beat
Scorpion MK bringing the heat
Wanna look down on me?
Tryna
on
Play the album zion
By kayban let the dance on
Fell a couple of times
On my fucking way up
Still i never give up
On my dreams no fucking up
The beat drop
Rolling down 8th street
Got a few hoes in the back seat
And the windows down
Can't take the heat
Never wear a frown feeling too elite
Rolling down
Ayo look here ...
Who the fuck do I be? (Witness!)
Drops bangin CDs (Witness!)
Bringin heat to the microphone crush all touch all
Chicks lined up on my
written by Brenda kid
Prove you the best I'll delete all the evidence
I'm In the league with the legends and
I'll shake the game up ill etcher sketch
Y'all
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
a album
Checkin' on my Instagram every hour
Like damn I hate this dude, god
He's such a faggot
Why they think he dope, fame why he have it
Damn his music
dew
Oh, yeah, I'm drinking a drink
Whiskey in my hands, husky by my feet
Looking out the sky, it's oh so pink
Listening to Woody, it's really fucking
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
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