Lyrics:
Cribs in Atlanta, out in Vegas too
Out in Ohio it's Stanley, Manzelli kept it true
Lebron know the play, get your checks nigga
Busy gettin' mine, can't
Similar to me familiar
County hound comin' to burn your whole city up
I catch ya up in the club
Empty the fifth on ya
You all know it's pussy
By Vivica
Island
To shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got
Your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper
back with your mama
You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?
Top of my drop still missin' as Osama
(Still breaking boys off,
don't let me fall
Don't let me fall
'Cause I'm glidin' up there
Oh so very high that if the
Clouds were to drop me
Than I'd fall out the sky
I
don't let me fall
Don't let me fall
'Cause I'm glidin' up there
Oh so very high that if the
Clouds were to drop me
Than I'd fall out the sky
I
better handle it
Your time has ticked for the
Loc you can't fuck with
Causin' damage and you still
Can't manage to deal
With a nigga like me that's out for
a wristband, ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand
Your nasal passages collapsin', drippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it
the
inspiration to the song, and out of that came NOTB, and outta NOTB came the album. Hahahaha. Wonder
what the wife looked like? Hahaha, Jesus. I don't know, it's
album
Puff Daddy, enough already
Now its P. Diddy still sound shitty
How can your group be called Da Band
No body plays an insterment man
I dont
Tree by Fall Out Boy
Jimmy Eats World Bleed American
Red Hot Chili Peppers Californication By The Way
Gimme Some Peter Bjorn and John
The Avett Brothers
'Babe, that's what I thought'
I'm ready to fucking go
Finna roast a bitch you already know
Make an album then I make my dough
I'm all the way up
the truth what I did and who I did it for
Cause I put my City on out my City on and we ain't never gonna fall
Fuck 12 I got dirty work in my draws and I just
pumpin' 93 say, "What's up
Church?" when I ride by in
That blacked out Ford GT
They write me stuff in my PO
Tell me 'bout their broken homes
Tell me 'bout
about it nigga come get in the car
Reach in the back for the AK
Okay
Lets see if you ready for war
Scoping the target
Mark it then you pull out your
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
grave
Walk away me boy, walk away me boy
And by morning we'll be free
And wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
And raise what's left
shit, I push eject
Then I throw it out the window with the rejects
And when the hard core rappers go soft
I like to watch when they ass fall off
Cause
eject
Then I throw it out the window with the rejects
And when the hard core rappers go soft
I like to watch when they ass fall off
Cause ain't
still here so I wilin out
The party continues, so let's shine
Drop my record one more time
I'll take it to the grave, I'll do it till I fall
I'm wilin
Tyrant tyke
Imma take the whole game out
Smk my name
Gone be worldwide
Man, this album
Gonna make your boy blow up
Escalating I am never gonna slow
What am I? what if I killed a guy,
Took his spine out his eye, and I hide it?
By a tree or inside it, would you cry when you find it?
That's kind
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