Lyrics:
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
It's a beautiful night and I'm just walkin' down the street
Not payin' no mind to nothing just starin' at my feet
Tonight's been slow so Imma spice
Fifty-two car deckers
Reppin to the world till the law come and get us
You jealous fellas
I'm puttin holes in vendettas
Twist your body
With two shells
Sick motherfuckers!
Go head, throw up nigga
Yea yea ok, I know you
I know, I know
[Verse 1]
If you wanna have smaller digits
The kid was never,
sick mothafuckers!
go head, throw up nigga
yea yea ok, i know you
i know, i know
[Verse 1]
If you want to have smaller digits
The kid was
on the couch in their underpants
Jeff #2 had three kids to take care of
And one day he saw an advertisement by chance
Whether you're remembered or forgotten by
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
She says "What?"
I say we're goin' to the drive-thru!
So we head out the front door
Open the garage door
Then I open the car doors
And we get in those
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
of activity
And those just resting their feet
Watching faces go by
I'll send you a parcel
To get over your malaise
If it's all too much trouble
Get into your
could fly for me into building 3
He could bike and he's
Fine at Commander Keen
And he smoke crack and wake
Up in middle of nowhere
Can't hitch a ride
with the heat man
And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
Brown bag
with the heat man
And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
Brown bag
to make them smaller than they are
Lyrically ripping them to shreds so gritty, bitch
YOU are my problems, gotta tear you apart
I'm surrounded by death, my
to basketball parks, breakin' ankles
Callin' bank, rhollin' on bikes before we had a bankrholl
Stay tuned new kids on the block
Make room, Hip Hop 'bout to turn
a brand new car (Skrt)
No keys in it gotta push to start
Cant get caught lacking by no opps (Nah)
1 Hunnit miles per hour im gone
Peep those narcs ina
I patrol on D-Lo, popo know my steelo
Who seen killa cop? *****'s rolling see-Lo
Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain
Fiends sniffin' white
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
Last nights dream
We rode our bikes
To our tree house by the sea
And there we laid and said we'd never leave.
Last nights dream
I
me in the end
I need me a car, a beemer or benz, I need me a house with 3 different beds
Just for me, with a Bball den
No more loadshedding for me
three, I done seen the whole world rot
Every type of crime, loud cheers from the audience,
They was jocking my style
Buck wild, doing my thang, fulfilling
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
'cause she can tell by the way a nigga smiling, yeah
Had a famous hoe in this sports car
Dunno if she from Geordie Shore or Love Island (no clue)
She
Driving on the moped don't care if I crash, no
I gotta move fast, I can't stand when life slow
Ripping 70 in bike lanes feeling like I'm flash
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