Lyrics:
so that his boss won't forget (Upper crust)
His wife was replaced by a young actress (Rich man)
Champagne and caviar are left at his door (Rich man)
son, if it's really real, yeah, uh
And when I was a little stereo (stereo)
I listened to some Champion (Champion)
I always wondered (wondered)
When
son, if it's really real, yeah, uh
And when I was a little stereo (stereo)
I listened to some Champion (Champion)
I always wondered (wondered)
When
and love it, sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest,
give is what you get
Tell me about it
So I'm gonna do for what you did
By dumping you in stereo
To make sure it sinks into your head
Not gonna sugarcoat
Sitting all alone
Waiting by the phone
But he don't ever call
No, he don't know about love at all
I know just where he's been
Shined on rum
the stereo
I conduct a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I'm cutting through you track by track
I swear to god this mix could sink the sun
But it
Outside, I'm waiting
By the car when you're hesitating
Take a good look
Take a photo
Write about it in your tiny notebook
Don't you know?
You're
girl she makes me sick
She's got a wad of bills 6 inches thick
Got a brand new stereo a new TV
Everybody's got nice stuff but me
I want a stereo I want
Ijoya
Awamani Ijoya
Lyrics lori gan gan
Ijoya
Awa lori gan gan
Ijoya
Lyrics lori gan gan
Ijoya
Iya lori gan gan
Awamani ijoya
Lyrics lori gan gan
Awa lori
flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson
You know how the story goes
Pull up, range rove, yo chick, wanna roll
And I play myself in the stereo
And I make 'em wanna
Shake shake it, drop it
You know how the story goes
Pull up, range rove, yo chick, wanna roll
And I play myself in the stereo
And I make 'em wanna
Shake shake it, drop it
homies kinda deep
Somking on a thai stick feeling kinda hight wit
Ya passenger seat occupied by a fly bitch
Rolling in ya lo-lo
Cut list all ya MCs
My heart beats, doki doki
You can't play with that shit
You ain't heard all my lyrics
Think in darkest abyss
You can't play with my heart, this love
Don't upset the rhythm lyrics
Don't upset the rhythm though
Don't upset the rhythm
The time is right
Th' sun is sleeping in the sky
Free yo'
And a lock in the do' like a fo-fo at a show
Man I'm never so-so
Under syllable criminal won't forget it but let it go
In the stereo, sure up and gettin'
what’s happening
The years go by and I’m unraveling
In this life that seems so digital
And maybe I’ll never be original but
All I want is another try
White Van Speaker Scam
Who's that rolling up in the pick-up truck
Got something for me
I wanna sell you this super sweat stereo
That I got for
There's stereo winds at the seas
And I'm off by eight degrees
I think of all your graces
And all the details I try to absorb
And all the billions
stereo
Still fixing the holes inside the soul
'til making them all shine out loud
Chasing the sound or flesh by the pound
Choose what you choose follow
tanlines by the fire
Only you can take me higher
We were driving down the coast
Top down
Pet Sounds
Blasting loud
Singing with the stereo
Stargazing
to heaven
Lead us to hell
Over the stereo there's a phantom
Wearing the mind I used to feel tied up by
Over the stereo there is a phantom wearing the mask
some Money Close
The world is mine, tell your people let em know
The world is yours, what they told me way Before
The world is yours, Nas out the stereo
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