Lyrics:
Hey there sweet thing check out the scene
The makers of taste are all peachy and keen
The pace is of summer and the height is a climb
Now is
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
we love what you're doing, so why don't you just take us away"
When I hit the flow, all the ladies go
their climate controlled, original boxes
And their tea party is not gonna be ruined by an untextured roof
Check it
Roll up in my pink whip with Barbie
in effect wit a bag full of trophies
So much love in the air I can O.D.
But I don't know you like dat don't approach me hold up
Ever since I can
did all the drugs glorified by my idols-
Just to go viral!
Mumble rap was my bible till xanax left me no vitals…
(Flat-line)
“NOOO!”
Leave me alone
poppin' the corn?
How's the horn
How's the love wavin' the ocean morn'?
How 'bout the young
Do they still possess the poetry tongue?
And do they still greet
code of honours
Shoot me out your M16
Deliver souls beyond the world
To conquer planets and
Enslave entire populations
Colosseums where Hamas supply
A mother fucking street rockstar, getting love
Titties need my signature
Summer time, come to my crib
Girl I got air conditioner
If she is or isn't
keepin' it G when you deal with a dealer
Or I call out if they can't supply in the city
We bought us a body shop, we in the buildin'
My satellite phone
Can I have this dance?
I'm one for romance
cn air of streetwise
With valedictorian eyes
cre you impressed
When I puff out my chest
Well either way
You gotta love it
Look around you, nobody quite do it like we does it
And nah, we don't need no labels to supply the budget
Haters should stop it,
hands up in the air
In the air yea
I was born in the jungle where there was no life
Day by day all we do is survive
Oh Lord come show me your light
Take
So long
It's so hard to say goodbye
So long So long
Taking drugs to get me by
So long So long
Got me robbing my supply
They don't feel it when I cry
saves me,
Grind on overtime, my relentless drive is crazy,
Tryin' to get turnt up, have ya pushing daisies,
When I show ya love, don't test the trust,
was old school..., dukes in the air..., lets knock out some air..., you win some... you loose some...but you live to fight..., precious is life..
can't supply cuz you know your love all for show
I stayed ten toes down for ya
Separate, I get replaced wIth no emotIon, I'm gonna put hIm In the ground
something that's becoming a trend. All these people hitting up my line don't make no fucking sense. Where the fuck niggas was at when I need riders on my
the 'dro, nigga, divide
I'm that nigga that ride with trigger to give a supply
High is how I stay all the time
(Niggas, close your doors!)
Yo, bitches,
the life
Autumn chief leakin' in the air on the weekend
Put it down by the evenin', that's my kind of season
Cash crop is decent, I'm not even gonna pretend
it's my fate to rep
I hold it down any place I step
And I love getting slept on
'Cause I'm rawer than dope
Fresh out of Africa that
Never been stepped
movement, baby, let your back get into it
Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high, let me come inside
I love it when you
movement, baby, let your back get into it
Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high, let me come inside
I love it when you
savage
Them niggas'll throw you in a manhole
And push they hand in yo' ass
And pull yo' head right out yo' asshole!
Parkay nigga we rugged all day
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