Lyrics:
with him; he helped me out, uh, in the early stages of recording[03:32.98]Getting that confidence behind vocals[03:36.09]Yeah, you know, I'm really
that fire
Shadow wax in the freezer
How you doing
I think
I love the song, my fish is called Tweezer
Tweezer
Hangin' out
I run off, yeah
Gettin' litty
Ay, ay, ay
My money stacking, my money compounding
Jotting down notes with my pen until my notebook become an album, uh
I'm full of myself, yeh, ego
ever decide to sing
Want y'all to love my music but i hate bitches that cling
You might want to get some more bars in before i start to zing
Like albums
looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci thirty-eight by twenty-nines
And two dicks got these shits looking hella tight
I pop tags in morning, you pop bands
anyones letting you make a sting like
“The Cover Album was sickening
Listening to Bling Face sing is making my ears ring
Say I need some autotune, bitch,
me
Spit a different VERSION
NAP IN THE STU in the MORNING
I'll be ON MY OWN if you a person that's annoying
But love it when she drop it like a CLAW
by mistakes, I think the devil out to get me
Ten in my pocket ain't have me enough to get lemonade and a fish plate
Ain't f** with you got b** ways
If
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
Didn't I take off the morning just to ride with ya', yeah
After the dark comes the sunset
Tell the ones you love "You might only get one chance"
I
commodity in this city. The poem is also a love letter to poetry, with its use of the extended metaphor of smoking, though I always remind students, when I'm
the picture for peace
Large wishes dismembered in several scenes
I'm Kubrick with chemistry
You're degenerate, generously
Poor me, poor, poor me
Got them
niggas
As far as these chicks, they lovin? the pipe
And she don't even like you, wanna thug in her life
See, she wanna a nigga go and walk the hood with
love you then you know it be a lie
Shawty in the corner
With the pretty green eyes
I know I'm sinful but she's so divine
Shawty in the corner
With
around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you
about me when they see me on stage
Live in action, guaranteed raw
I hang with the rich and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
Rockin' off-beat with a smile
Or smirk or chuckle, yes some are not up to
BDP Posse so I love to
Step in the jam and slam
I'm not Superman, because
tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in
fucking bluffing
cll u niggas say u thugging then come see me what is up bitch
clways nice by choice but LB said “nah lil' bro fuck that
U gotta come in
The alpha male in my era
I'm here to baffle them like the Baphomet
They ain't know what the cover
Of my second album meant
I'm in the booth if I'm asking
You
it's like, I
Wrote three chords, four chords, and it
Fuckin' goes off when we perform it
Live and you know what? I
Love looking in the crowd and seeing
Right?
But that's OK because this album, we gon' change things with this album baby
Because I know, in my heart
That there's way more people out there
A1's custom yea
Got the Balmain jeans
With the fooly on my head
Ian trippn' If you say you don't love me
I understand
Bankroll in my pocket pullin' down
in love with the lie
Now who to blame? You to blame? Me to blame?
For the pain and it be pouring every time when it rain
Let's play the blame game
Discuss these by in love with you album al green Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In