Lyrics:
The suicide doors would go up for ya
Take a bullet by my side for ya
Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me,
I would die for you, like he died for
fishing
Oh yeah and Taylor got married
But I know you ain't miss it
You watching our every move
I know you close by
I’m gonna be okay but I’m gonna forever
me take you to the other side
I say baby girl what's your name?
And tell me what's your claim to fame
Oh I can tell you do your thing
Just by
Shouts to Latifah, the Fugees I see you
It's ready or not speak the gospel like preacher
Spazz on the mic like I'm Red Man on features
Not Naughty by
speed...we oversee other side of the sea... cleaning dreams overseas... making gleam the priests... peace by a beat down... ring around feast... hoard gorge
know you'll see this through
Yeah I know that sometimes you
Feel strained and tired too
But there's hope on the other side
Push past those tears you
never seen this overflowing stream from the other side
Over there it could be nice
I thought about it twice
The first time was on a stormy Monday
By
so hop in
These other rappers don’t have a gift I like pretty blonds like Taylor swift
Up all night trying make these hits
I just downed a fifth
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
This is a picture of Hawaii that you brought me
Santa Claus with a baby that you brought me
Standing by the back screen door watching you wash
Swvde
Caught pneumonia just by staring at my wrist
Feeling like I'm Kanye, I'm guessing you're Taylor Swift
And I'm about to transform to anime
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
it's in my plan
Advantage of demographics, I'm Jigga, Bruno and Sam Smith
I'm moving business, I'm Taylor Swift in a van
This game, boy, is very, very
Brown and Taylor Swift
I make 'em sing like I'm Ghetts with his greatest hits
Man, this ain't the last supper, this is caterin'
day
Never dreamed things would be this way
You looked so beautiful when you walked through that door
Oh how I wish for one day more
Taylor's almost
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
It's crazy 'cause we all started together
You know, you go next door to Mario house (on the real)
Y'all exchange video games, know each other
up on me
You stayed by my side
You my ride or die girl
I gave you the keys to the Porsche
Gave you the keys to the house
You should have my babies
We
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
[chorus]
And I ride, and I'm high
Got my drink, roll my weed
While I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Where ever that change go, this gang go
So
okay)
Hundreds on the mattress
Twenties on the floor
Kids with dirty handguns posted by the door
When I was 14 they used to
Send me to the store to bring
no Taylor Swift but she hittin the licks
Cloudy the smoke
All in my vision
No competition
I'm a mortician
Wake up and body these hoes
20-1-6 how it
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