Lyrics:
cause my tone is tough
Shit that I'm doing is rough
Meetings with Atlantic, Jive and TVT can't come soon enough
[Chorus: x2]
We do too much, will
was young, I used to roll with a street gang
If you want to squabble, muthafucka, it ain't no thang
I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this
Blow your
asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
And sang a song for Ireland
Talking all the day with true friends
Who try to make you stay
Telling
God of endless mercy, God of unrelenting love
Come rescue every daughter, bring us back the wayward sons
And by Your spirit, breathe upon them, show
King, is resurrecting me
In Your name I come alive
To declare Your victory
The resurrected King, is resurrecting me
By Your spirit I will rise
From
Music ain't Hittin Low Enough,Fuck That Shit Nigga 'cause My Tone Is
Tough,Shit That I'm Doins Rough,Meetings With Atlantic Jive And Tvt can't Come Soon
fit my head like it was tailored
I'm on my worst behavior I feel like 2Pac in Vegas
Some phanda pusha yeah
The vision super clear
Fuck your opinion you
You took a sip to clean the club so
Now you're where you like to go
Come by with that purp and now
Your life is so kaleidoscope
Would you like some
extra large, in charge, Your bars are medium
This beats the spice of life to strike the strife and tedium
I'll roast you vegetables alive, the temp 425
Starr (Damn!) hazardous
Thugs that got love for this hiphop and shit
Makin words rhyme at the same time poppin shit
I used to go to jams, and drop
I stood by your Atlantic sea and sang a song for Ireland
Dreaming in the night, I saw a land where no man had to fight
Waking in your dawn, I saw you
wok, only fuck with the guys (Yeah)
If I tell her I love her, shes one of a kind (Yeah)
Bustdown the rollie, It didn’t come with the time (Yeah)
Only
like Po
If you speak on my name, you get put in a grave, and I feed your remains to the crows
(I know you still love me like please Bae don't put up that
'm in The Standard, with a girl who got some standards
Gettin' head in the Jacuzzi and she claim she from Los Angeles
But she ain't come up for air one
have illusions they`re keeping me alive
if it`s all that I can have I`ll love you in my mind
Fly with brocken wings - Fly with brocken wings - Fly with
don't know, nothin when the cops come, I act dumb
I don't know, what weed officer? What gats, huh?
I don't know, shit I told the judge, this is love my
felt like I was sent by God above
Every love story that's ever been told
Always seems to end with I'm not in love
You can't drink me, and I keep it
'ya
So tell your friends Uber it home
And either love me or leave me alone
Yeah yeah yeah
One step closer you'll be by my side
I needa know right now
But maybe everything that dies, someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got
where I'ma go
Take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show
Still long hair don't care like a Navajo
I'm the hardest shit, go in your ass
your ass hot like a light
Bub-rub-a-dub, three bodies in a tub
OK, go get the men, with the white gloves
You can call it business but I'm.. personal
the new is
Lil' nigga turned diamonds to ruins
Ball with your Rupaul influence
Shorty askin', "who you is?"
Forgettin' I'm praised where a few is
alive yeah!)
Overwhelming! (So, so, so)
(Yeah, your love is so, it's so, so!)
So overwhelming!(So, so, so)
(Yeah, it kept me alive yeah, yeah, come
to sleep dead
That's in the past I'm gon' wake up alive
We taking over this shit is shit
Preem cuttin'
Come on back with me this black history
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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