Lyrics:
captivated by the funky sounds
Now back up back up 'cause this shorty here's not loco
'Cause I be's the one with them hellafied vocals
The kids from New
got the shit plugged in.
Another stupid one thinking Eiht's fixing to spend.
Called up the bitch like um 7:30.
Still in the bathtub, damn this was
of a nigga don't give a fuck about ya'
Won't even talk about ya', ho
You ain't know? I'm just a hustler, in spite of myself
Ridin' all by myself, without no
times do the seasons turn for babaloyn
burn this is my own concern to carry on
traditional listen yo
how many brothers tears have shed
by my people for
(Crooklyn style) be in yo
Damagin' your whole premises
Don't never diss
Cause here's your address
Cause me by yes, so come test me no
Like Patra, I got it
Uhm, ah
Check it out
Uh
Yeah, uh, check it out
Um
{Lil Dap}
East New York express, brothers don't try to flex
Only real brothers on these trains,
[Intro]
Get down
Yeah eh (Oh yeah)
Get down
Um hmm
Get down with me
(oh oh oh oh)
Get down
(Ooh baby girl)
Get down
by a thread
One more time before I go
One more night before I know
And if you see me in the evening
You're bound to see me out of my head
No one ever saw the house
Through the pine trees on the belt
Only Alice starin' out
No one ever saw me out
In the junkyard by myself
Only Alice
Vamos pra Babylon
Baby! Baby! Babylon!...
Comprar o que houver
Au revoir ralé
Finesse s'il vous plait
Mon dieu je t'aime glamour
Manhattan by night
a nigga get risen
Witcha pen to the pad I fuck
Ya head up with this rhythm, um
With the phat shit that make
Your fuckin' hat flip
(Back) I can do
There it is, there it is, boy oh, yeah
There it is, there it is, buddy aaah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, they seem to know
The time but, um, let's see
It's my
achando os trapstar
Mas o hype é mais fake que falta no
Neymar, mas no trap não tem VAR
Brotei na cena, quebrando tudo
mas calma , não é um dilúvio,
se
racks nois tem
Time goes by
Eu só aceitei
Vida real
Não colo com fake
Não quero mais te ver na minha frente
Dropando pills enlouquecendo a mente
Vivendo
[REFRÃO]
Da pra vê que você ta bolada (uoo, Yeah Yeah)
revoltada porque nem um é como eu
tá com raiva porque ele não é eu
tá com raiva porque eu nao
with no hope
Oppression… neglect
Controlled by the money instead of the whip
Left outside of this new reality
Exposed to death and misery
Leaving
um vicio do inferno como 6 em três lado do dado
Osso pra entender e fico a ver
Que se eu jogar bola bem ganho mais que se ensinar seu filho a ler
E
hated this side of me
So sure my teacher didn't like me
Cuz One day she was so overwhelmed that she actually tied me
Um yeah she actually tied
Look I
ass or food in its stomach
And I couldn't give it to um how could I look them in their eyes
Nope not I I've finally realized its either me or them
what yo bitch think
We get boxes by the bale, in the hood got Big Rank
In the kitchen like I'm whipping, residue all on the sink
My lil niggas a leave
pants em
Never get the chance um
40 in the coupe
Low mileage
Stache fleek
Just went to the stylist
Party in the back
I'm billy ray cyrus
Feeling like
stand here and alert you
Our planet's damaged, so here we go again
Let's see if Hawk can truly manage to rework these words for them
Um... You fucking
a fool
Dumpin' a must
In the hood we trust
Slidin' on niggas we shootin' um up
No attention not in ya mentions
Keep me away
I know this rap shit easily
that we've built an entire economy on incarceration and police terror
Um which is entirely ineffective and and unproductive
I mean you can build
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