Lyrics:
I spark like a blunt's tip, somethin cavi
Makin Greene like Mitch
Gives rap vocals dispatch
With every attempt
To have this game shook up
When Dre
Yeah you do what you do like a leader in a derk
Then you ghat it to the neck over time yah
Jesus is you are all that I need am blinded by you grace
You
If I wake up, may just go and hit the snooze
Never been the type to cry in interludes
This ain't a game, boy, I play by different rules
Maybe one day
looking for love in all of the above
Believing videos, trying to back up all on a thug
Who wanna put it in her, withdraw like a citi card
But now she shake
federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the corner's younger
I smell feel touch
by: My Q Music Group Inc.
Drivin You Crazy
Hmmm... feel so good.. hmm
Let me get in that mind and your mind baby
cnd make your spirit quiver..
Blank pages, young faces, hearts of gold
Funny how love is
all black or white when brand new
We cutpaste the stories told
Shiny or deadly
Never In
I caught you all by surprise
I’m not like none of you guys
The baddest bitch on my side
Fuck your words I don’t need em
What you know about freedom
what I want
She a freak just like her mom
She can get it any time any day
Cus baby we got nothing in the way
We can get us poppin have it made
All we
swear that I'm the owner
TRB, we in the 'Rari, y'all bitch niggas in Toyotas
The fuck he talkin' 'bout? He wanna talk it out
Brodie got shot, a nigga
Yeah, I've been working really hard to get a bag for ya
It ain't no Birkin bag, but I stash for ya
I've been saving my tips all in cash, hold up
Let
by
On the tips from the rich kids, there on daddy's dime
But when I saw her walk in one night
I knew that I would be all right in
Telluride,
Breeze through in the Q, .45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate
Breeze through in the Q, .45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate
all about
Chorus
I'm burning in the heat driven by the beat
Can't you see I'm burning in the heat of love
I'm burning in the heat driven by the beat
to be a winner Rich Froning
Blue line getting thinner by the moment
I thank God for every morning
Knowing there's always families in mourning
Lives cut
tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass
marks
Put the racks in they thong
She eat up my dick
She poppin a perky
Damn that's a 30
Damn that bitch strong
Stay by my side, we gone rule the world
I cross the Green Mountain
I sit by the stream
Heaven blazing in my head I
I dreamed a monstrous dream
Something came up
Out of the sea
Swept
Watch for me by moonlight;
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held
Can I speak on how I feel y'all?
Let my heart do the talking
Listen up princess
I wake up in the morning
Take a knee and thank God
Then go
slow bet you get dropped quick
Q-Tip warned us the industries toxic
For reference check out B.D.P - "Sex and Violence"
When Styles made "I Get High"
kites (yeah)
Tip-toeing on a tower of temptation, I ain't scared of heights
And if you fall in love once, you can fall in love twice
I put this girl
tucking all of my zipper
You got the moves like a dancer
Think that I might just tip you
Tell me a time that I flaked
Tell me a time that I flaked
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