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anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
Finna make a money shower fall on a ho
Smokin at the Trump Tower, 'bout to call a ho
Nigga finna make a money shower fall on a ho
10 times out of 10,
Anytime I step in my light, the boy’s a problem
A quiet storm’s what they call him
And watch haters fall like leaves when it’s autumn
They said If money
around you, I act like a boy, but I should act like a man
My actions have been out of hand
Doing this music shit, not trying to start no band
Calm myself
to blast on site
Weapons blasting nice and fasting
Got you dashing
Spray this boy
Calling up my band of Hollywood niggas
Whatever they ready for war
ass lil' boy can't steal the style, we who started this shit
Shackles made out of metal behind a pressure plate of glass
Put that metal on he who
hunnids comin' in
I been cashin' out (Uh)
Fifty hunnids comin' in
I been cashin' out, yeah
Do the dash amount, ayy
Gotta get the bands, gotta get the money
and a swingin' band
She sings a storm up every night
And the boys line up, wanna be her man
And all the boys go (Mm mm) when she walks by
Rockin' like a woppin'
ah-ah-ah-ah)
Doing this music by my 'lone (By my 'lone)
Aint you know? Huh (Ah-ah-ah)
Movin' with the team (Movin with the team)
Shout out Crazy, he a feign
really flipping quarters
Whooping out the coupe again
Might spend a couple a Bands
They whooping out the minivan
Them boys don't give damn
Just might hit
and fall
Through it all, our love remains the same, yeah
(Out of my head) yo
I don't know how it all happened, but (but)
You're everything and more
loved by you
Now I'm stuck by you
And I'm gone ride til the wheels fall off for the rest of my life
Drop them bands all over you baby
Rub my hands all
Man you already know who it is man
It's your boy 404 Yachty outchea man
These niggas got me fucked up
Thinking a nigga tryna be on
Some lyrical shit
They playing with toys
We moving with glocks
(Pause)
The plug the by the docks
Clean up with the mop
(Pause)
Fuck with the mob
Put bands on ya top
a dream this is real life
In love with a bitch who got pretty eyes
'Bout hundred bands on my bedside
Cup of the drank by my bedside
No I can't fuck with
knock the running out of me
And the band, they played one more song
One for the mocking bird, they played one more song
All the tears, they fell one
that weed out of my pouch i gotta dig deep
Cause when i make my rounds up on my block i gotta dig deep
Cause when i kick it with the boys i keep it
When shit hits the fan
Then we going
They say that we kids
We tall enough
We might fall out
Then we fall in love
Might get confused
Because they that
and my dad
It grieved them so to think their only boy was bad
I fell in with an outlaw band, their names were known quite well
How many times we
wouldn't condone it boy
I don't just rap this I Don Corleone it boy
And my phonetics coherent so check out my swag nigga
Look at my dab nigga
And just when
wicked rock bands, or girlie magazines, or
whatever. But, if you follow the chain of dominoes that falls down,
what they're really trying to do is shut
magazine while I take a shit
Walk back to my room, wake up this bitch
Kickin' her out, dick in her mouth, that Compton shit, boy
I'm on that monster shit,
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