Lyrics:
nothing new
I ride around by myself listening to the blues
John Hooker, he was legendary
We sang about the same pain, musical visionary
Everybody dies, but
nothing new
I ride around by myself listening to the blues
John Hooker, he was legendary
We sang about the same pain, musical visionary
Everybody dies, but
nothing but a puppy punk
Gonna do my thing
Comin' straight from the heart
And inject my song, leave my trademark
'Cause I'm a gangster and you're not
You're
be too expensive
So I can give you everything that you want from me for free though
Get you one shot in life, you might not be able to reload
So
Administration.
Osings used to perform in numerous bars and clubs around Kampala hoping to be spotted by Talent scouts but this did not work because he had no
a future prospect
So we'll see about it
One day
But for now,
I'll just say
Pretty Girl
You're amazing
Pretty Girl
You drive me crazy
And I like that
So I
People thank you, I do this for all the mean creators
I was someone who never needed favors to get where I'm at
Now they deem me a savior
But to be
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type (no)
You think you irkin' me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type (no)
You think you irkin' me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach
crazy
You're not crazy
Come here
Don't you walk away from me
I don't care what I told you, come back here
You hear me talkin' to you, baby? Come here
awards, that's not what I look towards
I don't want a reward for any song I record
I ain't gotta look back to know that I'm movin' forward
I ain't tryna
pistol gripper
Isn't a life for me
I'd rather grip mics and undo girls zippers
But not them ho girls, meet me after
The showgirls, but take it slow girls
nigga soft
But bae just tell me how you feel
How imma be feminine with my fem in nem’
Naw, naw bae you better off
You see this sensitive sht for a black
or cook me dinner
But I'll do it all for you if you give me a chance, boo
Come on now, we can spend Arabian Nights
I could take you to my mosque and we
the
Kid from Hell’s Kitchen
I’m a better me than him
So shout out to big homie
Hope he see this shit, yeah
My confidence is ambitious but not delusional
kisses from the bar
I, wish you could stay, but when you walk away
You look delicious from far
She roll up on me then they get lit
Girl you my Swisher
a fucking tear on my head
How could I do this again?
Now we are not even friends
I take the blame for half of it but you the reason I've been
So fucking
why'all that's my heart
Baby girl so thorough she been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model
froze like Medusa but this ain't not myth
Now they busting out bottles and candles for him
5th of the henny and mix it with gin
Stack it and move it
know that a young nigga rap
But a pussy nigga better not provoke me (nah)
Came in the game with the formula, sold it
Now I gotta switch it up on you
Would never be chopping without Slick Rick
I got it from the record, lick the balls and this dick
If you never listen to me, you musical misfit
Nah,
countries last year
I could not perform in the
One that mattered most to
Me and when my song "Wavin'
Flag" became the theme
Song for the World Cup that year
like
Getting recognized for something important I guess, and those girls get walked down by their dates
And she didn't want me to be shorter than her
from home, getting paid for the things I say, hey little sister, don't
Cry, till the day that I die, but now I feel like I'm in this game of life, what
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