Lyrics:
get?
Probably blinded by the love that's how I fell for you fake
If I hurt you and you love me come and say it to my face
Know my Brodie he's the only
Jagger.
We were fabulous together, I know what your all thinking, did she fuck him?, How was he?
Ah, Mick, Bruce, Lional, I had em all, How were they? I was
really matter to me
It sound like chatter to me
It sound like David broke down the walls of the box, and he just start spazzing to me
Pass it to me, I'll
Road Runna
Yeah
I can tell by how you walk that you ain't got no gun
You don't wanna war wit us, my youngins shoot for fun
Pocket full of bands
it
Slidin' in the Demon, but lowkey he a Christian (skrrt)
I know how it feel to give my mama a house
I know how it feel to pour a four right by
first grah gang TNB man)
Blinded by love bitches do you the worst
Like I ain't that shit would hurt
This love shit ain't a game it's a curse
And my heart?
Baby sorry about your man yo
How you call him boo but spend his time with his friends though
He don't buy you nothing buy you nothing
I'm just saying
even went with a close friend to see a show
Of bands he now loves but at the time didn't know
It was hours out of town so he was surprised he could go
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
the middle at the top by the gate
On the grass with the crass Volkswagen estate
Whose is it? Mine! You're kidding, it's great! (Jesus)
I just love the way
him gotta put a hunnit bands down for a ticket (For a ticket)
Nigga fiendin for my presence, when I touch down in London
Yeah he waiting with my
new friends
I don't make no moves, yeah, without tellin' my crew, yeah
That's just how we do, yeah, that's just how we do, oh
Goddamn it, I love my
brick boy yo whole team missing
Y'all been at it for a minute y'all still ain't caught a dub
Boy you know yo bitch itching how you still fall in love
I
get this through your head
It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us with their Infra - reds
How many mic's do you rip on the daily
Many moni,
this rubber band?"
Hustlin', throw your ass right inside a rubbish can
Excuse my French, that's just how I'd talk if I was Russell Brand
Know that I'm
daddy told me dese niggas ain't ya friend I see wat he sayin' now (I swear)
I wasn't always havin' all dese bands but was my hand out (Hunnnhh)
Hell naw
the news
All my bitches winnin', how it feel to lose?
Nigga tryna get the box like he finna move
Bitch, I'm at my pinnacle I used to shop at Pinnacle,
it ain't even we beating the odds
Know he gon' add he's doing the math
Yeah, we receive when we learn how to ask
Climb the mountain like Moses
go mining
Made me before the Big Bang
How could I ever stay silent?
How’s he the lamb but he’s violent?
How’s he the lion in the pasture?
Feet glowing
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
still do damage
My new shooter got a stutter
But he finna w-w-wet his ass up like a salmon
I got the bands, nigga, you countin' pennies
I'm gettin'
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