Lyrics:
people record conversations is 5-0, so die slow
See here ya go, while you gotta chance
Let a real nigga put a band, on ya hand
Understand I don't bite
Black ski masking don't fuck with the law
We rollin up pounds and it making a sound
By my neck I am bound I cannot make it out
All I want is a crown so I
on the road with per diem money and why'all scared
While why'all walk and look hard
Your manager got his name all over your Versatile card
And plus this
I’ma take you on a date
I be making all this music, for the love and the pape’
I want 6’5 cash, got it looking like Jayce
Yea they never gon’ support,
all over it
Because life’s already over with
I took my life and overtured it
All my chores -overdid it
I venture to guess I’m the best rapper
Than any
stays right in my
N Y mentality for me, to be the best
The current, the ones who weren't
Pressed, to confess lies over hot joints
To sell to all who wanna
to be more, I'm over they heads
Like a bulimic on a sea-saw
Now that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time
Nasty Nas that
Y'all gonna bow homes,
the process
But ain't making the same mistakes twice i learn from my past experience
Seen them trynna block what i do i but my light shines over the fence
Move
this shit like a fig
These niggas hoes I just use em to dig
I think I'm reaching my peak
I crossed over I was making em reach
They all flock couldn't
a letter, to your first love
I stay hot under the sun, you better get under this gun
When I buss, like I came all over her damn tongue
Hold up, it's young
I'm going in
Incognito
Praise that black boy Black Beatle
Use to hop over fence
From the pigs
Hand out but you burned that bridge
They'll ex you out
I'm heroine
I traveled here in a brick form
They turned on me, all ego, man
I had to start again from
Scratch like Preemo hands
Did more, Halle Berry in
sang all over the world and has become the Bullock family song that is sung at all major family events.
It's actually a simple song, but when
At twenty-four, you'll drop an album, and you'll call it Mansion
At twenty-five, you'll put out Therapy and gain some traction
Skip to track number four, now
love it
Because it be free for all if I drop another album then I did it for my dawgs
That be standing on the corner with the coronas
In his baggy jeans
or two knives on my waist
Waste I can't slit any throat with the knives I don't have cuz my faith
Told me to let all the vengeance be handled by someone
could start jus by a great school
They whitened all the history
Taught to us in grade school
Maybe I'm jus tripping but it's feeling like they made
Survivor, guess that make me a Konvict
Be all you be, now don't that sound like some dumb shit
When you die over crude oil as black as my nigga Boo
It's
Labrinth, come in
Ladies and Gentlemen, gathered before you are
Five of the finest word-smiths known to mankind
What you are about to witness is
time the beef is on, I make myself jam right in my owner's hand
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto
time the beef is on, I make myself jam right in my owner's hand
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto
baby mama's torking, fat ass booties
After party we went at least five lay-by
By the night man was so high and straight
But always fine!
Niggas talk too
When you go through other albums, you're sure to say
"Goddamn, they all seem to sound alike!"
Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light
a konvict
Be all u can be now don't dat sound like some dumb shit
When you die over crude oil as black as my nigga boo
It's really a desert storm that's
Discuss these making the album hands all over by maroon 5 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In