Lyrics:
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
the crop shrine
Have faith there's a bull on the other side
Movement in the womb child
Give thanks to the gold mine
We believe this place is a mirror image
It's Keallifra baby
(Do what? Kevin)
Hey hey
Drip down, Head to toe got designer shit
Lock down, Baby come over If you wanna be
By my side what you
Blowing up my line
Telling me she want me by her side
Baby I got money on my mind
I been on the grind
Get my money right
Funny how they come around
own fame and gold
But now, who have you sold your soul?
You know I’ll be always by your side
Carry on, carry on, keep on the line
Carry on, carry
Woah
Will we make it through
I don't know
Will you still be there
By my side
Will we make it through
I don't know
Will you still be there
By my side
I
Well, we must be some zanies and fools
To take a gamble on this love just like we do
What a wonderfully crazy thing to do
Love like mine that we
Is your bouy Kudos
Talk ya shit nigga talk ya shit yeah
Street is cold this side I'mma talk my shit yeah
Talk ya shit go down and talk ya shit
Real
you will be tortured by him and his demons
A life of lust, wealth, power and wars
Isn't better than the whole of the afterlife with love, health,
life?
I don't know
Keep your secrets for another one
I don't care if you're by my side
I don't know
Tell me what's your problem girl
I won't be your
Threw up with that nigga
I hear he tryin' to ride
Double-edgin' for the other side
But now, my Glock be so judgemental
Back seat of a rental
Keep my
Threw up with that nigga
I hear he tryin' to ride
Double-edgin' for the other side
But now, my Glock be so judgemental
Back seat of a rental
Keep my
Feelin' that my brothers by my side
Everybody tryna hide, I ain't gon' lie
I'm a little too high, and a little too fly
Dude, I'm just gonna die tonight
Bobby Charles
Yeah I'm sittin' here drinkin' again
I'm just spendin' some time with my friend
Then I know that I should be by your side
What am I
it was sess Son niggaz would smoke this shit up
So wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
Yo yo yo we are street soldiers of the dark side
- on my side and we looking lavish (Ok)
It'll never be a day when yo' boy don't have (Shhh)
They be like "There go that D-Rock Boy!"
Play around snatch his
Three drunk niggaz wit they gages loaded,
55 kicks, an them Asian hoes,
But I don't want to beef, 'cause the game be fake,
Strip a mutha fucka fo
can't be no fool
Might get caught by the hook of a crook no time for cool
Look out jay, what you say, what you carrying brother
I hope you're clean
can't be no fool
Might get caught by the hook of a crook no time for cool
Look out jay, what you say, what you carrying brother
I hope you're clean
flew in and slipped in on your left side
Just a satin gown, you asleep with no make-up
I'm just tryna be inside you 'fore you wake up
Just me
A Night to Remember
Written by Lancifer and composed by Lancifer
Guitar by Wendell Ray Violin by Wynton Grant
Tonight will be a night to remember.
A Night to Remember
Written by Lancifer and composed by Lancifer
Guitar by Wendell Ray Violin by Wynton Grant
Tonight will be a night to remember.
fact, better get an Uber
Boy you know I see right through ya
Must've thought I was gonna be your fool
Really thought I was gonna be cool with you
Playin'
I wasn't sure if you would lie
To be the girl right by my side
But I figured out the wrong way
Since that day I live in the past
Think about our
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