Lyrics:
you frontin on me
Put you on swag, baby bet it on me
Keep it low-key
Got a little trauma
A result of those days I was feeling lonely
The album gone
diggin' down under the hood
After clearin' a path to the water pump, and takin' a four hour break,
By hour 27 we were all good, And we sailed
From little
dawg you been complaining all day
I done ran out everything that I can say
I'm a need you to calm down
I'm a need you to calm down and relax a little
me and get to the big homie
I'm bout to max her card out to the limit
I ain't got a big house like (Twisted)
I ain't dropped a big album like (Twisted)
get robbed
By ya own big homie, we was all kids homie
But some thirteen whipping four rings homie
Rest in peace Polly the don never wanted you gone
But
squad of design monsters
Innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters
So we scripted an album and signed to Rawkus
Selling a hundred
Rent four videos you get one free
It's a big town party down whoop de do
Settle back into a couch potato groove
Order pepperoni uncork the wine
By
cock
He took one trip and lost his mind,
Now he endded up doing serious time.
Got raped by Mr Big in the showers,
a man who wears pajamas that are
1985 wide body, lookin' for the little small town keg party
Wanna get drunk, wanna fall up in a hottie, get shitty like a porta-potty
So, jump
Friday night, butterflies - Like clock work, they'd arive
A little chill in an October sky - Nervous til' the kickoff came
Four quarters, win or lose
Friday night butterflies
Like clockwork they'd arrive
A little chill and the October sky
Nervous till the kickoff game
Four quarters win or lose
"Oh, Cali?
"No doubt"
"LAX"
"Oh, Cali?"
"No doubt baby" [Repeat: x4]
[Snoop Dogg]
West West y'all, pile it on your plate
A little
Ghost floating past me
Pistons are ghastly
2Pac album never ends
CD skips again, again
It feels like I never left
In my home town the sky's big
Don't
and squeeze
On your spot until I see pus
Too many little men wanna be the big bad boss
But my niggas do the firing
They wanna put the heat to my tee
But my
inspired by Mac Miller's Swimming album
Page 35, l'amour entraîne la haine, la haine la vengeance, la vengeance le pardon, le pardon l'amour. Cycle
tony the blacker baron
My bitches in g-strings covered by donna caren
Mr. tony never leave ya: bye bye!
Versace suits with the fuckin' collar - butterfly
A little Girl with big blue eyes
A little boy who never cries
Their mamma tries to explain
How life's goes but it doesn't end
She says… no one ever
to the front of the line
We're gonna stay by
[Chorus 1]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo hand
Spin
the dirt cough go drink it's
It's for you
Blue battered naval town slip kisses delivered by duck
Muscles and bottlenosed grifters arrive in time
Government had to change the rules and Hollywood left town
If I was born in the 60's, I would have made it by now
Because I'm living in the wrong time
It's so
Blowin' out, blowin' out
Black on time been still layin' like I said
Under the screen, be a eight wonder
So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist
She, she came from the land of the cotton
Land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
And she, she worked and she slaved so hard
A big old field
Now when the big bad wolf got in grandma's house
And Little Red Riding Hood was scared as a mouse
Well, just like her I'm scared through and through
album drop going up off tops
Now I'm smoking big dope its just me Megawatts
I tell lil baby I'm a P I got this shit from my pops
cnd these niggas steady
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