Lyrics:
down from the South
Let it be the night
Moon is rising up from the North
Give up this time
Now there's a war up inside my head
Everything i see is turned
I'm in a state, of mental unease
My nigga please, where I'm from these niggas die on they feet
Not down on they knees, they mamas out here prayin for
signs
Flow so hot I'm a chef when I bake rhymes
I don't want thots, I'mma flex when I skate by uh
Got a couple bars in my backpack
Got a new chain let it
Yeah, it's the return of three drunk mothafuckas
Huh, yeah, it's Tha Liks
We gots Stan the guitar man in the house
Mothaclucka, uh, uh
I'm sick
blunt keep on fucking me up (keep on fucking me up)
3x my niggas y'all niggas on none (on none)
T up the city, we flipping it up (it up)
I had to hop in
the cameras
Not that good at photo shop but trust look where my hand is
I ain't lying that's our mother brother
All 50 something years of her mother loving
fist
I get furious when you gripe and fuss
And when you take a small problem and make it serious
I get angry and my blood starts to boil
And I start
me
I got a bad bitch every time a ex hurt me
Still ion really think they deserve me
But she slurp me down so I call her my slurpee
Ain't need nobody
a Meeting in my bedroom
Got struck by Cupid
Yes I did
So When We
Make Love Faces
In all the right places it's kinda like The Matrix
Slow it down
Pillowtalk
neither braggadocio nor secret, just know as of now the world is technically not yours, peanut. It's a day in the life of the carnie dog-faced boy escapist.
the door
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Before I knock it down hoe
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I make movies, Warner bro's
Oh, you passed it bro
Well
the ones, they the ones crackin'
Now forty-five-hundred my jacket
They say I'm too rich to be strappin', yeah, ooh (brrt)
Suicide doors on the Phantom, it
to be explored
Where my heart is free
Where my life embraces me
I release my hands from the door knob
Wait for the time to be right
I’m not hiding away,
bein' me here, want me to tone it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you faggot! You happy now?
Look here, I start some trouble everywhere that I go (That I
It's just me bein' me, here, want me to tone it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you faggot, you happy now?
Look here, I start some trouble everywhere that
fun
Haha
Mizzy
One stepper
Two stepper
Three stepper
Four
Step to the left
Step to the right
Step until you can't step no more
Step up step up
It's time
with you
And get down down down
I know that you got my back (My back)
I don't know why they do you like that (Like that)
You deserve more
I got one
The world revolves around you, anak
Or doesn't it?
Hahahahaha
(Yo Marvs let's get it!)
Way up
Three generations in we never gave up
Technique like my
to myself damn she's so fine
Man oh my yeah I gotta make her mine
Tell me what I gotta do to get some of your time
Girl I ain't playin' we can sign it on that
time and again
Girl, take a look at the big picture
There´s a new star in my head
Let your hair down
Let your guard down
Let me show you
We can take a ride Let the windows down
Let all the smoke pour out All the smoke pour out
We're trying to kill time Like its all we've got
Cause all
cause she steal the show (Daddy loves you)
-your times up, my time now, so time to go
-before it's time to do you like I'm Debo
Chorus
-you know (Yeah)
fire
And I puff til its gone, boy I'mma a rider
Strap up 'cause its on
What!!....Nigga thinks its cool to not wear a vest no mo'
Boy in this war,
Shooting from the three, but that's four on my Audi
Voice to God loud, but the devil speaking softly
Say they hate me now, but it's bust down, and it's
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