Lyrics:
mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much
mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much
magnificent
Made me want to grip the pin
Now I got them hymns
And rhythm and God is in it
Ammo unlimited
Feeling like Shady
What is gonna be the aftermath When
the road
Burning Vodka on your float
I been pondering the way
My self-doubt slows my rhythm
Why we bothering to pay these amounts
Just for living?
Not
step on my blue suede shoes
Hey, diddle diddle, gonna play my fiddle
I ain't got nothing to lose
Roll Over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news.
'm a factory
Did Mother Nature tell you
Boy you come and go as you please
That's what she said to me
But Big brother got the keys
And I got Jackson
'm a factory
Did Mother Nature tell you
Boy you come and go as you please
That's what she said to me
But Big brother got the keys
And I got Jackson
wanna date but I don't need a wife
Get you a bag, get you a me
Said she could recognize me from her dreams
Uh, hella turnt up
Take me on a cruise
stone it's in my ancestry
I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggas never catch me
And I sport fly shit, I should win the ESPY
(When you're blue, and got
stone it's in my ancestry
I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggas never catch me
And I sport fly shit, I should win the ESPY
(When you're blue, and got
feelin' like I'm C Rock
Had them bands before I grew up but I ain't talkin' Adam Sandler
Got a bad bitch on her knees and she say "please" she got good
keep rhythm unplugged
I rock your waves, let this bad man surf
She got moves like Hannah Montana
Girl on Fire, Alicia cook
She make man all ready drop
to this race against myself
moving on, moving on to the rhythm of a bell
She's ringing right when I'm not concentrate
and the best thing I can do is
me frown
I need some music from Guitar Town
Come on play me a country song
Now Garth Brooks, he is on top
Alan Jackson's got his own juke box
she was his happiness, and he rhymed about her grace
And told her stories of treasures deep beneath the blackened waves
Till' in the stillness of one
a lil toast
She like pink
My heart blue like its cold
Cuan Link
Wanna have you on froze
I'm fighting these demons
These niggas be creeping
But i ain't
the blues
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I'm rollin'
I Michael Jackson Dance
Moonwalking in her pants
I heard that shawty "Bad"
Now she hoppin' in the cab
I Michael Jackson Dance
Moonwalking in her
hearts and eyes on a silent night
By a violent light
River river river yes I get a shittier knife
Got fucker sorted I'm busy smokin' on this sack
I might
follow di shape a yuh body
While yuh deep ina di blue
Italian lover, make me tell you got di glue
Ladies first in my book, it's a game for a few, I
follow di shape a yuh body
While yuh deep ina di blue
Italian lover, make me tell you got di glue
Ladies first in my book, it's a game for a few, I
money like magic, how I get it out the blue
Remember I was Down, yea nigga I had the blues
2017, seen Ron made the news
You ain’t seen what I seen, can’t
way before
I feel so optimistic
Confident and optimized
By her body language
Hypnotized crystal ball
She got me hard as stone
Playing hard to get
Just
frontin on me
I'll holla at her when she done wit homie
Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaks
One named Tasha, one named Monique
One's diva'd out,
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