Lyrics:
wieder Stress?
Ich nehm' keine Ls, ich geb' nicht einmal Fs
Make rap great again, das Album of the Year
Wird ein Kopf-an-Kopf-Renn'n zwischen Aschkobar
I don't need
Got a boy he agreed
Fell in love lovely
Now he broke
Paying thee
Another dance
Another fee
Get him home
Its by the creek
Or by the crick
the page
Bunch of my boys gon get up and rage
Great under pressure nah I'm never fazed
Sellin records never sellin my soul
Couple years ago i made minimum
again I'm goddamn crazy, all these boys yell blood gang, yeah, they brazy
In the clouds off what I call this stupid weed
But stay high 'cause these
'n' pick up an ounce, but hold up, I gotta pee
Time to flee the scene, on this shopping spree, got that alien OG
Maybe stop at Chipotle get a bowl
on the beach.
Respecting each other's homes keeps us ALL safer, cleaner and healthier.
This album is filled with songs about our friends in the ocean. You
get what I want if his hoes walk by
In my business and be wrong (S.U.M.M.E.R G.R.I.N.D)
Woke that ass up after putting my shit on (S.U.M.M.E.R
Can't sell that pack
Bring about a Great Depression
Speak easy
Sell that crack
This ad was paid for
By some real fucking players
Any dealers, thugs,
never clone
Boy I'm home I left destruction on my path to reach this seat
Man life's a beach you adding sand and im adding bleach
Making sure you sink,
quarter
like the Beach Boys or the Beatles, the Parliament globally
callin the shots explodin 'til 'Pac, roll all the way over
Respectfully hate me, you
Master P
Golds in They Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun
nick'n
Ain't talking dope, I am way too legit man
When Fleeto drop guarantee he don't miss man
These boys are clowns, they are mad that I'm it man
Long ass
brother could do no wrong and I became The
Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and I soon figured out that
red and black don't mix. The beatings I
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
ballin' out since a n**** was in middle school
Ima blow up fuck the n****s used to ridicule
When I walk by I make all these fuckin' bitches drool
Shout out
a Czech boy in a Canadians world
Rolling up a fatty, it was not well furled
I'm ahead of my game
And you already know the name
Can I get a K-N
and I only kick the flavor for my fellow ghetto dwellers
No rock'n'roll, it's just soul
Ain't nuttin changed, I still like to hit the hole
with my
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
was starving
Now got money for a cheesesteak
Chosen by God
I got no choice but to be great
King of the autotune
A n*gga feel like T-Pain
Remember
down your hands (keep 'em high)
And if ya losing yo' high than smoke again (keep 'em high)
N-n-n-now, my flow
Is in the pocket like wallets, I got
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