Lyrics:
Yeah
This one a little different
I'm a just go in on em
Pause probably and do a hook
Lets see how this go
I'm just letting it ride
Lets go, yeah
I'm
Yooooooooooo! The life (you know) low, low
I be Streetlife
Snatch you out the lime light
Niggas get ya rhymes right
Prepare for mic fight (yoooo)
cold crush
Find a gang iller, ain't no such pole, nigga
Rose sipper, hoes won't diss ya
Rose dipper
Pose when them fans want pictures
They clockin' my
I'll dick her
Better run to Memphis little bit of pimpin
Out of my system so I gotta spit it
Ridin with a six bitch
Then we're gonna get this
It's goin
really?)
Hold on, hey (hello, hello)
That's me wavin' at my opps (hello)
I got manners on they block, bitch, I come through wavin' Glocks (how y'all
sixteens go to leaking
Hit the strip round seven
Stunt a little that'll waste time
Rearview mirror terrified of the bass line
Boooooom
You hear them outside
So my name is loki, I'm somebody you should know
Ya, have heard the rumors? Yo,have you heard the flow?
Have you seen the bobs and weaves,
I need a "v" as in victim, which is just what I am
An "e" for education 'cause I just don't understand
How could I give you the best I got
And it
(yeah-yeah-yeah)
I just once, I wanna get down
Without being all about my do' (all about my do')
I just once, I wanna get down
With somebody who know how Big Moe
in
Thanks to all of you who had so much patience
And so much passion for my soul
You can't understand all the
Importance you had
And how much you have
to play
By the time I do this is what ya'll say
Three, six, nine the goose drank wine
The monkey chewed the tobacco on the street car line
all so clear
[Danielle:]
It just makes me want it more
Whenever you say I can't
I'm gonna prove you wrong
By doing the best I can
[Lucy:]
I'm
[I-20]
Yeah, adult Hip Hop 25 and older put your hands up
Rich Nice where you at baby? Whoo!
I go by the name Bobby Bronson
Yeah, this is Disturbing
of gettin' money how Bill Gates is
Young lives being taken by the .45
Genocide'll rise 'til glory die
Every other hour more bullets fly
Victim
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
It's not pretty, in Detroit rock city
You know how hell get gritty, hot
to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
(Verse 1)
It's not pretty, in Detroit rock city
You know how hell get gritty, hot
would be a bad situation if
That creature came here to Earth
It's worse he's arrived
How could that possibly be, and why?
Is it is it alive?
(Geedorah
Down in Louisiana
All the kids just wanna
Play around and mosh at the gig
By the time there're five
All of them learn to dive
Into the crowd
dick ain't ya standardHer mama evangel her daddy a pastor don't know her son father Gramps call him a bastard she flew out to Vegas with friends
of ya'll older than me and you are still not in my league
I made a 100 last week we seem to cannot compete
They don't understand my music I'm in 2027
I'm
I am both Crispy Fresh and Throwback Thursday
Hating from a distance but switch position in person
Ey who birthed them
Ya'll niggas preemie immature
Just count your blessings one by one yo okay ay ay
Because it doesn't matter how e be
E doesn't matter where e be
E doesn't matter who e be
E doesn't
me with your hand
A little complication
Can hypnotize a man
How we gonna hide it
This thing with you and me yeah
Everyone can tell by now
I just can't
+Soul Assassinate+ your character
Quickly embarass ya as easy as fuck!
Pressin my buttons nigga is just like pressin your luck
China-white, a hundred
_2.jpg/300px-Little_Mix_at_the_Confetti_Tour_in_Leeds_(cropped)_2.jpg "Little Mix")
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