Lyrics:
as bad luck
My, nose ain't right
Like I need a new one
Just take your pick, a yellow red
A black or a blue one
Virtual reality, virtual, bullshit!
as bad luck
My, nose ain't right
Like I need a new one
Just take your pick, a yellow red
A black or a blue one
Virtual reality, virtual, bullshit!
I wanna hear the new shit, a lil, a lil somethin'
I feel alot of the hatred so I'ma go create you a hit
I'm feelin' alot of the hatred so I have
'm transforming
I'm wearing all black for the old me, in mourning
It's gonna start pumping, cunts better start jumping
I'ma get your car and bedroom floor thumping
'm a product of TI and Boosie
And Jeezy and also Lil Will
And the Migos, the fourth one is here
Product of Hip-Hop I'm making it clear
I'm a product of jugging
[Song by Zero 7]
Fancy a big house
Some kids and a horse
I cannot quite but nearly guarantee a divorce
I think that I love you
I think that I do
So
and Root thing we do not want to feel pain
Safety's our aim, let me see if I can explain
Hello, hi there, I had to stop you from walking by there
Reason that
the private room I'm tryn see sumin
The booty hit a lil different when the bag jumpin
Turn it up a bit I bet I make it drip drop
By the end I bet I end up
niggas, where ya cars at?
They like, "Wayne, why the fuck you dressed in all black?"
I'm about to bring C-M-R back
And all the lames, we done lost that
The potential's in you
The potential's in you
Lil black boy
Why do we remind me of war?
I'm begging you for a second just free my body I'm sore
I'm soaring, I
Erica
Counterfits don't stop the wettest of us
We Brooklyn we define the black people equal to who, yeah
What you supply
I know when I know when I drop
one black officer
And two were white
And I'll admit that I was wrong
'cause I blew the light
But I figured the black one was
Out to prove he white
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
(Shoom!)
That's me the nightrider
Dressed in all black with the gat in
Know I might boot up out of my mind
And I swear I been trying, steady just crying
And my heart broke when that bitch crossed the line
And right to my
fine
All this adrenaline rush I'm on cloud nine
German in the boot you know its the canine
Rocking up, in the Benz
Old-school drive by in the ends
’m playin wit dis
Cake
I done been a lotta thangs but what i neva been is fake
I’d ratha be mr lonely den surrounded by sum snakes
Nigga see me in dat
This is Dres
The Suga Dick Daddy Mistah Lawnge and myself make up
This crew called Black Sheep
Now uh, I knows a lot of hoes
And being that I
with a H O
Got no pay roll, gotta mind full of pain but I
Pull up gettin tatted today
Cold fit
Boots black with the chain
On my neck, on my hip
And it
Imma...
bad boy, bad bitch, black boots
Won't shoot if you gimme all the loot
Hit that boy you know I shoot I'm a villain
Keep on barking you know
'm swingin' in traffic (yeah)
Shit poppin', lil' bastard (yeah)
That nigga be snappin' (yeah)
I pop out, it's a movie, nigga
Left arm stupid, nigga (bling)
Hate to run
So I let her finish first
Quench the thirst
Thotties always was the worst
I'm the best
Lil homie what u represent im heaven sent a god
you need? (I need a real man)
Let's get down to the statistics
I'm fantastic, ask any mystik
Mr Joe grind to who we only passed through
A strong
Showed me how to take a little an make a lot
Late night thinking real deep
Smoking on a fat sweet
Not even gone lie missing my love ones
As the days go by
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