Lyrics:
ill break it
Im a trap house baby
Trap house baby
Born in the 90s fuck the 80s
Fuk the 80s
Smoking on thraxx
That gas
Serving them packs
Serving
was born I was destined to rise to the greatest of heights from the pavement I find in the basement of life
Painting the right pic by playing with light
Bought the ring, took care of everything
And I'm ready to say, I do
You'll be the Mama and I'll be the Papa
'Cause I wanna play house with you
I
hills
His school was the prairie, the sage, the wild berry
The quail, the wide open sky
The cottonwood thicket by the slow rolling river
The Redbud
Made it this far
it's by Gods grace
If I tell you bout my gang life
It ain't no cap
I was born in the wild
Where them killers at
I be on the same
I was born to be a soldier!
[Chorus: x4]
[Fiend]
Bringin bags and weed
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton
to, I'm grown
I got my own money
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own house
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own
The Fashion of His Love! spin oh, yeah!
I'm gonna be his first and last kc! grab pic
'Cause bcby, I was born to be his!
I was made for lcving him!
The Fashion
with my wiz
Now she dead with my kids
I live by the subway, niggas push drugs in my hallway
All day everyday tryin to get the pay
And I be tryin'
of money/income
I was born with a destined head of wealth
I was born with a destined head of profit
I am born to be worthy of worship by all.
I was born with
Many of us were born singing
And thus were born with scales
Mermaids, cooks, and fieldhands
Sang a nightsong by the forest
And the ocean was the chorus
Right from the sky we are born crazy
Right from the sky we are born to be wild
Right from the sky we are born crazy
Right from the sky we are born
'em toys when they're crying and sad
Could you be 'em? Your baby's momma
Turns me on in her freaky pajamas
I come through and make the whole house
Welcome to the wild
Anywhere under the sun
Everybody wanna have fun
Welcome to the Wild
Verse 1: (Shigga)
Listen up lil homie, don't be afraid
overcome
and tattoos
You can look, but don't touch, we bad news
American Me, elegancy, treasury
With the hopes to be rich before they bury me
Born a Baptist,
crowded
You the one that love to hate
Skill set hard to find it
Everything I drop a gem
Under pressure turned diamond
Always know I’ll be the one it just
that stormy Cape will be his living tomb,
He's doomed to ride the ocean for ever and a day,
And he tries in vain his oath to keep by entering Table Bay.
passing by
I leave no path behind me
And take only what I need
I'll always be
Wild and free
[intro]
Yeah,Syndicate's in the house
Yeah,Geto Boys in the house
Yeah,Donald D's in the house
Yeah,Body count's in the house
Yeah,Zulu Nation's in
(Girls go wild)
(Make the girls go wild)
Hundred million dollars and we straight (and we straight)
Summer rush, yeah, I'ma house out on that
the line that he crossed
It's been over a year instead of a week
Here in our house, our house by the creek
Me and my family live in the Netherlands
In
doing doughnuts, feel lawless
It feel like the Wild Wild West bitch
You asked for it now you fucking with the best bitch
Feel like a hollow to your chest
doing doughnuts, feel lawless
It feel like the Wild Wild West bitch
You asked for it now you fucking with the best bitch
Feel like a hollow to your chest
Yara by my side.
It would hurt me if I didn't try.
I mean, on the wild, this is SuperChi. I've been born.
I am torn apart because there's no one
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