Lyrics:
straight to Coachella
Everything that I drop, man, it turn to platinum Come to think of it, I don't gotta drop a album
I told a young n***a, just listen,
Then we breezing the law
Blowing that weed from my jaw
G's up hoe's down
East Side to by dog
(East Side)
All the time man
Thanks for even asking
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
nigga let's pour up
My money just go up
Ahahahahahahahah
You know what I mean
That was the remix by the way
That we're bringin' Young Sorealist man
You
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
like a brownstone
You hear my heat rock comin' through your sheetrock
It means you're OD'n homeboy, here come the detox
I get my swagger on, proud
definitely coming if she's coming with me
I'm like a hundred degrees man I'm even hotter than August
See half them girls in your city they probably got on my
pandemics 'n' vaccines by Bill 'n' George Soros
Just righteous peace 'n' joy on streets paved with gold
We don't know oh
When it's time to go
Whether you go
can't fuck wit I
I make a million by June I'm sayin fuck July
N I beg you to try me while I'm holdin a tommie
Ima have you're body all ova the lobby
I
no 9 pistols
He actin' hard 'cause he got that gun
He like Brian Nichols
Might hit LA broke as fuck
Leave with nine giffy's
My nigga Tron iced up,
lassen
Manche muss man filtern andere muss man durchlassen
Letztens sagte jemand was sie an dem Album stört
Doch ich wette sie hat nicht mal jeden Song
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know English
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
To be the meaning
10Dee don't play
And I wanna make M's by the way that I spray
Tell a man N O if they wanna play games
How you gonna live if you don't make P's
Get out
Waffenlauf
Und die Szene geht in Flammen auf wie 'n Drachenmaul (Apocalyptic)
Lilane zählen, will nur Lilane zählen
Ich schwöre, niemals im Leben Peace mit
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
If you see me in
5 White boys do my taxes ain't talking N Sync
Brothers and my gang we on go all in sync
You done dropped an album after album
nigga it stinked
Plays
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
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