Lyrics:
I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's
Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more
Roxanne)
(My, my name is Shanté)
(Roxanne Shanté)
Thank you, thank you
This is the sure shot
I'd like to welcome
Roxanne Shanté live on stage
Give
not tryna make hits, I'm just tryna live
And that bothers them like it bothers men
When it's more than that but I call us friends
Terrified to get hurt
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
auch nicht zum Springen.
96 kam dann "abhängen". Hey Mann die pressten wir selbst; wir waren so stolz dass
uns egal war, was der Rest von uns hält.
Wir
nigga, Boogs
He got killed by a best friend He got killed by a best friend
So I need to know Baby, would you ride around for me
Down to die for me? Hit
Hit's like a domestic husband would do
I don't know shit
Know I'm sick without the flew
The doctors can't cure for it
Catch me in a Coope, aqua tint
Album
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
like a gorilla straight up out the damn wood
As I a kid man I used to play tug of war, now I grab chicks
By the hair and play rug a war. I'm a king baby
take a hit and just elevate
'Cause today will be a good day
I got my mind right, money right, ready for war
Workin' hard today for a better tomorrow
spreads this earthly cancer
And so an answer I sought and it dawned on me
What is the goal of a growing economy
To help ease the lives of society
To keep
are you going?
Tell me my hero where you're going
What do I need to end my war?
Hit me on the ground
Hit me on the ground
Hit me on the ground
shit
George Bush got some nerve, fuck a war
We trying to serve motherfucking 8 balls
Til’ we live at the pool hall
And knock billiards out of your
Moscato
As far as these cars go
El Dorados tahoes
We live by these mob codes like keep your mouth close
Swallow these hollows "chika blooow" from my glock
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
your type y'all fightin cold wars, No swords
Just some prideful fuckers with no roar
Juggernaut mentality, can't knock me from this balance beam
I Refuse
Hey Li'den, congrats on the album
Thank you man, I’m proud of the outcome
What about the part where you diss other rappers that you think you can
on the nightstand
Yeah this shit what I do to get by man
I'm on Ableton to make this shit
Send a shit mix but I got the bandages
I'm on my green like I hit
on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first
dead, Let it blow
Go reflect, Reassure
Go be more than before
Open the door, top of the throne, money it grow, I need me some more
Get ready for war
here
Please take me instead
Colby he left us he's six feet below now
Life without Colby how am I supposed live now
The news that you were leaving hit me
And bring war, Spray ks
And go out in a blaze
Young guns learn to duck
So they won't catch strays
Won't shoot to be frontin'
Or to waste shots for nothin
If
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