Lyrics:
illuminated by a star
The only star so large many more
To make our largest star show small
Furthermore, the end is not the end no stop but a pause
And what
spending fifteen for the new roof, it ain't renovated (cash)
I can see the ocean where I sleep and the house is gated (yeah)
No Calabasas, I Brentwood it
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
Can't believe in anything that you ain't seeing, I'm not standing far
Bit by bit I take a bite outta life
See life can really be a bitch when you ain't
I have a friend called Aaron who helped me out when I was thrown out by my cousin Jamil from his flat.
On the day I was thrown out, I met him in
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New album by Spanish artist VIBRcTE, “cVcLON EP” for this month of November presents us with a beautiful deep house album, it contains two versions,
Suburban Houses
Opioid crisis by the ounces
And wives in blouses
Surrounded trees, kush and clouds around us
I'm glad you found this
I thought nobody
the realest in the hood
And by the way, man, this is feel-good music
Mais pour un soir seulement, so you should feel good to it (I'm gone)
Barefoot on the gaz,
the house that means nobody is safe
How can a reverend preach, when a rev can't define
The music of our youth from 1979
We rap by what we see, meaning
know, it's been a hell of
A while, and no money
So this is my last drink and I'm not drunk"
By now, i'd be sleazing around trying to
Take someone home
Do you ever think about when you outta here?
Condominium and beach house outta here?
Credit cards and bank accounts outta here?
No doubt BDP is old
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
and a zillion
F's and it's still correct
Trippin' in a theme park with a ski mask
This house is where the wild things are!
Playin' with fire elude the darkness
[Marsha Ambrosia]
To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now I'm goin' do it all over again
Ain't nothin'
mother fuckin is,
Everyone that I know came up from the dope-game,
Mother fuckers ain’t gone hit,
But they talkin that shit, suicide, Kurt co-Bain,
I ain’t
a hobby, gun bustin' the job
But the sickest niggas out is the bitchest niggas out
And I could take em on the street and straight whip 'em in the house
on this album is sneakersidle
nope its not my invention
but im responsible for the bay game
and all its attention OUh
Hook
I wear my stunna Glasses
madness?
Is it madness?
Is it madness?
Or is it madness?
Ripping every track that I'm rapping
Like greatness is what we demanding
But I never abide by no
the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I
can't beat me Stars is all they see
Them niggas can't beat me
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minimum wage
First on stage, like the ever I glade
Leave you amazed
And keep the fifth by the rib cage
All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes
the devil
Now we both want a divorce, this is mental
Love don't live here this the house of pain
Screams to loud to keep the sounds contained
And everybody
the art of culture,
I can coach ya out your cubicle
Thankful for the Chi is not an album
It's a musical
And we refuse to play with anything that isn't true
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