Lyrics:
the bull pen
Make that a fine, no
If you don't like my bullets, to hell if he ain't fashion
L.A. looters, throw your mask on
Gambini got his mash
fortune in my life, make me a sign of your good miracle)
Gbami l'agbatan obaare, komaseku sibikan Allah (accept me finally oh merciful God, don't leave any
she worried high)
I looked in the mirror told myself I’m sorry
I made you take so many L’s so you gotta bounce back on your feet
Make getting W’s
streets, I'm safe Safe by the bell
Call me streets, call me streets Love to see that, baby
Strip, strip down Spin around, spin around
Ooh, I love the way
house
By the beach
Go shopping only with my bro to Louis Vuitton
Buy every colour car I want just like a don
Buy my dad that Rolex he always want
Make him
Pandemonium, pandemonium
We the number one niggas your bitch notice it
Million ways to make this money, you gon get it
On the grind twenty four I'm with
on down to Al's world everyone will have a time
Shove a turtle in your ass and make yourself go blind
Governed by evil, everyone's living a lie
Forever in
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
a buck shot make it fill up with lead
Daddy getting all mad cause he hates the way I am
So I say fuck off get the hell off my land
Broke up your mind man
Baby, N-O-L-I-M-I-T (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
We gon' make y'all say Woof
Until you motherfuckers demand
That nigga named Snoop
I can
and pretend
lets just make love and pretend Boombaye I'ma win this year I'm a millionaire
Lets make it clear ,no more L's this year
Shine like chandelier
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
a dollar, that's all I got on me, know that he hungry
Shorty on the way to the crib, she all by her lonely
A nigga snatched her purse and all of her money
my ambitions slowly
Dwindling away
Because every single day
I be caught ducking the L's
That Life keeps sending my way
See Money, thats my favourite
an opportunist
I'm like I got to do this, wanna be recognized by the people I'm influenced
By
Man Just put in drive
We're going a ride on this album where
and twenty-two?
Take it, or find out the best way to make it fast
My man's raking cash, fuck being lieutenant
I'm in it to win it so it might just take a minute
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Artist: Ray, Goodman & Brown
Album:
Title:
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Offset:
Heaven In The Rain -1981 - 4:19
LP/CD: Stay - Polydor 1981
Composers: D. Thomas,L
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
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