Lyrics:
(Pa pa pa pa pa pa-la la-la...)
J'ai marché vers le son, blinded by the lights
Cherché la même chanson my whole damn life
Une symphonie 'bout how we
and dumb-dums
slum bums and sons
askin' niggas where they come from
get him for his one, um
sunshine, its crunch time
stranded on the front line
as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake get two of them for one
Then I move
Shawty wanna fuck I tell her come thru
Man got her mad what that bum do
We bout to do some things we can't undo
Then I never call back more she
gotta stand firm
Neva tell
They knew dat boi
Had uh temper
If u push my button
U kno how I’m comin
My nigga
Coming by my lonely
I rep Members Only
Don’t
These niggas some bums,
Imma put my city right on my back when I Carry them,
All I know is ice,
Nigga fuck a price,
My neck in the ocean wit Larry nem’
starting to change
From living my life in the dark to living in light in Christ and walking by faith
All of the sins I committed they come with a price
you driving a four by two
Log off, imaginary motion, I'm you ten fold
Shooter finna give yo brother wings like he Red Bull
My Off White is drowning,
Yeah
Bum, bum, bum
Yeah, look
I see the snakes
Wait, let's go, ay
Tilt the teeter-totter
Seek the father
Demon slaughter
Read the proverbs
He
You'se will have the double juice duck, then I doubled up
To the double four, puddles pour from ya bum bot
Open swords can't be cured by the blood clot
a saint
Live it up, bum
You're a creature of hate
Give it up, son
You'll die trying, die trying, die trying
You're a poser, a fake
Speaking white noise
them slums
Public appearance for my days on the run
No gun just try’na feed my son
Rather go out hustling then end up a fuckin Bum Yea
Stay away
Smokin' Backwoods and moving bags
I was getting protected by my savages
Yellow school buses that's a Xany
Causing me to sleep and I ain't plan it (yee
the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under
the disturbance out the window, oh shit they got my son
Pulled over his Tempo, Brenda dropped the endo
Had her little nephew with her yo she didn't care
They
ain't had to shake my bums at all
Like can you even still rap I'm having fun witcho
But I'm a son of war, I came to son Em all
I only fear one rapper
Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope harlem will
It's been a minute
Since I stayed up 'til sunrise
Cali is the mission
So the time just rolls by
I'm way too close
To try to close my eyes
I put
toolied up
All my niggas we shootin for fun
You is my son
You a luh bum
Like a perky I'll leave you slumpt
Me and goon just dropped a big bag on the side
Feelin' like a don, bitch, I already won
Listenin' to Swerve, all these niggas is your son
How you wanna beef, and you do not own a gun
Ruger on my
putting in-front of the gun,
tell me what the cost is, when you are chipping away at your funds.
I can never stop when i know i am son of the sun ,
we
I'm lookin rett scum
I'm huffin jenkum
Out of a sket's bum
One look yer ded, son
Yer think yer know depravity cus of wot yer saw on PornHub
But I'm
for confirming your catalog
Ain't really worth much
This shit is so depressing
Your son gotta wake up on
Christmas to no presents
Arsonal had the nerve
skillet
And I provide you a ticket to visit your creator
My little mini-mes can't eat a favor
My sweat and toil ain't for the love of labor
I live by
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