Lyrics:
Yeah nigga Bergman Rose nigga
You already know what the fuck going on man
Outro to the motherfuking young rose album
Nigga I appreciate you for
my album off by giving you guys a lesson
Don't ever let love torture you cuz being single a blessing
And my shawty if you hearing this ill send you
By now y'all shoulda known I'm a handful
I'm talking way bigger than making beats on Wednesday with the samples
For example, it's few and far between
myself a milly
Now my old bitches acting real silly
Time to celebrate yea cheers dilly dilly
Throw on all my jewels now its getting real chilly
Told by bro
Don't know why it took this long to let go
My flaws always targeted by you
But I hang with you cause your one of the few
Who hasn't left me, or at least
off
You're in trouble 'cause I'm back
Best in the game and that's just a fact
How the fuck you gon' make it through the whole album
If I'm this
a pop album, and by the way
Radimo repčugu dok purnjamo te buksne
Za kraj, drugare, našu braću i sve fukse
I ako nikad nismo uzeli ni naradi
Pa postoji
on to the next
The beat made by Goat, Z-O-6 And I'm riding The coast
I'm finna get rich, so let's have a toast She can't Even breath cause my dick in her throat
digging your feng shui
How's life in LA?
How's the weather? Okay
You look better with braids, in the house burning sage
You look better with age by 27, you
an album
The story will start in a sorrowful sanctum
By the end of it, I'll have a different outcome
Of how I see life, still I won't be enlightened
I shoot
the whole wide world, I based my first album my second album my third and my fourth
That fourth one not quite out yet, but it is the works
Hello
Yo, how's
I'm by myself when I fill up the tank
I'm in my zone when I'm smoking the dank
Tell me I'm wrong like who tell me I can't
This album heat like I made
A Pelican’s Point of View-To our feathered friends at the Pelican Sanctuary in Treasure Island, Florida, proudly featured on the album covered.
Just
end up in dust
You gon' end up in smoke
Choke, don't get too close
We don't abide by the laws
We hellhounds bitch we takin' your souls
She got high
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
From the album fairytale
Cat's a-sleeping in the sun,
Eyes take heed the colours call.
Sunlight patterns touch the wall,
Red kerchiefs sail
takin' subliminal
Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
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
62 in 1959
-Words and Music by J. Leslie McFarland and Aaron H. Schroeder
(Ooh)
They did the Wang Dang Taffy-Apple Tango
They did the Wang Dang
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
This is how I learned it from a Time-Life Album in about 1958.
There's a little rosewood casket
Lying on a marble stand
And a packet of old love
another heart (to have and hold)
All I want is a friend I can talk to (soul to soul)
Oh soul to soul (soul to soul)
Like an album on a shelf
Tired
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
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