Lyrics:
man
Clapping your hands
And your feet dance, rubber ball man
When you're jumping up and down, nobody's standing still
Some of us screaming
Some
every day
I'm a sliver growing thinner
Getting covered by the haze
Just a sliver growing thinner
I'm a sliver growing thinner
Feeling smaller every
You measure 16 feet high
Intoxicated by your warmth
I'm melting
Slow by your side
Slow by your side
Slow by your
Shrinking smaller every day
I watch
over the hoodie, we're out
Feet are three feet off the ground
Lost in love and we don't wanna be found
It's just you and me
My English girl in
chill
The streets is watching
When you froze your arms
Niggas want to test you when your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, got to keep
chill
The streets is watching
When you froze your arms
Niggas want to test you when your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, got to keep
even remember what I was searching or chasing
You said you see me wake up twitchin', see your mom keep you stable
That incident cost me December, three
Shorty wanna roll wit me tell her roll the weed up
90 bands 90 days all it took was 3 months
I done seen a lot of pape through these buffs my feet up I
turn up the music and there in the room
And she yells
"Dance me! Dance me around till my feet don't ever touch down
There's nothin' better than
Casual things don't bring pleasure
I'm taking all possible measures
The walls beng and the room gets smaller
There is a cleave under my feet
And I'm
pass by
Gotta get up off your ass sometimes
May be not what you expected
May be not be what you had in mind
Yeah, aye aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye aye
gotta put down our phones
No spying drones
We running out homes
Man this life could break your bones
Talla3 Eddemak
Askar askar 3ala min
Jeye ye7me soltet
enough for me
I eat lovely
Richer than your budget be
Richer than my budget be?
I'm richer than his salary
Fast break, Lamb pass by that's a fast
him smoking
3feet no pressure my chain nice you can’t approach him
Surrounded by bears in that solider field I eat with vultures
Yea Uh maybach baby
tucked.
Half bread they’re not used to us.
There's more than a few of us.
So get fucking used to it.
Hood witch revolutioner.
Wake that ass up like
for shit, I just stay on my feet
I keep that bam tucked in Miami, gotta keep that heat
Saw I been ballin' for some years, don't wanna see 3-peat
I been
And these hoes still lickin' niggas earrings and shit (diamonds and shit)
Nigga, break it up, rock it up, bake it up
That's what homeboys do when
the noise I had
But I struggled knowing that I let it
Tie up my tongue and strain the life on happiness I hoped to gain
September 12 3:03 AM here came
Bow Down Never Head Up to the Sky
We Just Bow Down Never Head Up to the Sky
We Just ...Yea
Bow Down Never Head Up to the sky
We just getting by
[intro]
Hol' up pump ya breaks, you doing too much
You know!
[hook]
Pump ya breaks
Shoe box like a safe
(Add it up)
(Add it up)
Pump ya breaks
I
ain't want it
Woke up in the morning with two bitches made a porn
I didn't do this shit all by myself I had a army
She a boss bitch she pulling up in
Brick by brick I built a hundred feet tall
All these walls are up higher than I thought
Let my secret out, I want them to fall
Bars and barricades
Bill, three is gonna break out
The stylee, me and P E T E
Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo
Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat
And I'll
Bill, three is gonna break out
The stylee, me and P E T E
Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo
Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat
And I'll
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