Lyrics:
and I'm bumpin' that "My Way"
By Sinatra, so high, so high, oh my, God damn
Now I'm a grown man, oh man
With the fuckin' habits of a the plan
I know,
a right, hit em with a left
Cassie cage MK, hit em with a jab
Hit em with a jab, right across the abs
Hit em with a uppercut, right by the yaps
Sing if you
bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah
Pop bottles
sex drive she could feel da difference
I woke up this morning with a clearer vision
Bitch by my side couple condoms missing
My energy on high she love
scream "more baby more"
When you flash your smile you drive me wild
Now you drive me wild
When you walk in baby love begins
When you walk by baby ooh
a drive way down the street
Out to where them roads were covered with some dirt beneath
Reached a crossroad, heard a tale way back when I was just a child
it's Post Malone
Don't tell nobody
You remind me of my ex
With way more style
She the type to face the bottle
And really go wild
I've been
Late nights so high smoking too much
Drive by stop sign with the tulips
8 Mile broken mind dunno who left
Fake smile every smile another left letter
albums
I can replace these mistakes one by one with hot glue
Stand right there I'd like you smile won't you could you
When the owners daughter
You my birdie
You my baby
You drive me crazy
Cause you my baby
You drive me crazy
You my baby
You my birdie
I'm just a nigga with love and quality peace
pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga 50 like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga, motherfuck you
pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga 50 like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga, motherfuck you
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
don't mean nothin', drive on
I remember on night, Tex and me
Rappelled in on a hot L.Z.
But we had our 16's on rock and roll
But with all that fire,
Don't be surprised, look in the sky, yeah we finna fly
I got a suit, I got a tie, now I'm finna slide
Do a drive by, in the new ride, that shit apple
fine"
Just a dirt road with trash on each side
But I was Mario Andretti
When daddy let me drive
I'm grown up now three daughters of my own
I let them
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera
is Heaven Ball
Shiner shiner, bright smile
Where am I with my style?
Talkin' 'bout the shed pal
HQ where we live now
Painted walls, faded falls
I been going now
I think all my haters finally notice now
Just made another album prolly throw it out
Know I’ll make another, I ain’t slowing down
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
fists full of middle fingers, I got no time for high fives
Too rich for a drive-by, pay the pilot on my private jet to keep it low and do a fly-by
Take
jokes, happy folks, having so
Much fun together living as they're stoked
I see miles, young kids living wild, smiles
New parents walking and talking with
homies
I feel like it'd drive home the idea my mind's gone
And 23 years of living and not a speck on the record
But 24 years of living I think I'm ready
me hours getting out the city with no work around
Richie used to drive me home at night back at my mothers house
No keys I waited hours at the gate
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