Lyrics:
the whole Porsche
5 on 5 but it's like I got the whole court
Got me feeling like Gatsby
Ol' sport
Cuz now we way up
Growth Spurt
Watch me take it to the house
it repeated
Under pressue it stresses
I can't measure it messes
With me which oppresses
Thoughts that addresses
The messes in my damn mind
That can
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
deprived yer mind
That of the gens you revive you'll get all five
He charges on down, you hear the sound
So goes the tale of ol' Coldwind Farm
His arms
One lil, two lil, three lil G's
Hangin' on the dope spot slangin' they keys
Four lil, five lil, six lil cops
Leanin' in the cut, 'bout to get popped
a bad blasian', brand new scientist
Can't make my mind, but I got mad franklin's
Big ol' lightnin' rocket, shock the pigs and turn they ass bacon
Pull up
- 4 fives
Snatch uh' nigguh soul you don't need to life
Big ol guns how we gone ride
Handguns too 6,7,8 nines
(You don't feel me though)
Foreign
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure
(why) ball hard (ball's hard)
'Cause the gutter's where my mind is and when
It's in this frame, better split like the five and the ten
'Cause without
Sağlam
Parayı Basta Fenomen Ol Yalandan, Söz Çalarsın Anca Kaz Kafan Etek Satan O Götler Tavan Yapınca Örf Adet Saman, O Sikik Havan Neye Yarar Be Lanet
Sağlam
Parayı Basta Fenomen Ol Yalandan, Söz Çalarsın Anca Kaz Kafan Etek Satan O Götler Tavan Yapınca Örf Adet Saman, O Sikik Havan Neye Yarar Be Lanet
enough breath
So why does it feel like I'm so close to losing control to the trolls controlling the mind
I'm hacking through viruses hoping to find a heart
you like
Got a message from Bob Marley for your mind
It'll all be ok let it fall from your mind
One two three four five seven six
One to the two three
mind
So much to find
So many signs
So many rhymes
Everyone's kind
All of these streets signed
Let me remind
There's so many streets designed
There's so
Quicker than the 5 speed Jamiroquai drives
A lifespan longer than 9 lives. Infinite rhymes that can't die
A nigga with a divine mind
I dedicate this
body them
It's nothing but a hobby to him
Simple as serve and volley to him
Niggas like "Hov why don't you get at ol' boy"
Why kill a puppet
Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro,
body them
It's nothing but a hobby to him
Simple as serve and volley to him
Niggas like "Hov why don't you get at ol' boy"
Why kill a puppet
body them
It's nothing but a hobby to him
Simple as serve and volley to him
Niggas like "Hov why don't you get at ol' boy"
Why kill a puppet
up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in the back
And Im feelin so true
Got much love for my
doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in
bang
Now think twice fore you speak
Here to take the crown and
I mean by any means (my shit go)
Bang, bang, bang, bang
It go hard in the street
Name
Its never been the same
Taking it day by day
My friends come by to say
You should get over her
But its not that simple
It never was
Had me second
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