Lyrics:
make be hot
I struggled come grips to why my face still look like my kneecaps
Gripping my gold like a rope it's cold but it burns me
Can someone please
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
in the mirror
What have you done to yourself?
It's just me and you and the mirror nigga, mfana there's nobody else
You should be on in the city right
[Hook 2X: Chingy] + (Girl)
(Chingy) what's up?
(Why yo eyes so chinky?) I dunno
(Is it because you've been smoking and drinking?)
Maybe so
(I've been
drive along the tree lined streets
Nothing to see but you and me
Inch by inch, your hand graces mine
Is this what feels like to intertwine?
Christmas
drive along the tree lined streets
Nothing to see but you and me
Inch by inch, your hand graces mine
Is this what feels like to intertwine?
Christmas
we together we should put it in a song
Anytime you feel you drowning mane don’t let it guide you
Let me make an album bout it called Penn’s Bayou
By
wanted to be but
That real me is the person nobody ever got to see
They say the city streets are paved with gold
And traveled by feet of a million
like a team working together. Silent night. By Natalac. Pimp of the City. Enjoy your Christmas. Even though it's pimpmas. Good night
Niggas be mad at themselves
Why give a fuck or be involved with any of they business
I know women giving hell
Ain't doing none but
Putting that shit
ask me later
Stay with a calculator, my lawyer get a grand retainer
Why cause I'm a better business man, than your average hater
But now I want
I'm sick like crocks
I'm feeling way better
I'm not by the book
Fuck that
Most of y'all telling me ideas hinting that I can't amount that
Like what you
tell you about how I'm supposed to be a Christmas party right now
But y'all keep keepin' me in here
My wife's not gonna let me be on fleek if y
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
in my room like she a singer
I could outdo your album if they see I dropped a single
Know they want my soul this shit full of gold
See them seasons
yeah yeah I got that Midas touch
Might just turn this one to gold, then platinum (Let's go)
We just 'gon see how this goes, this ain't the album (No no)
Track: “Infected (feat. Benjels) [prod. Benjels]”
Artist: The Sargent & Bri Crisp (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2”
Year: 2020
(Quincy tell 'em)
Everybody's asking, "When the album's coming out?
What you rapping 'bout? What's the album called?
Who you got on there? What
we know it's
Christmas time again
So shine December lights
There's magic here
By Brighton pier now
Come down with me
I'll show you why
White winter
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
fucker up in a bag
Hit the mother fucking city like it's making me mad
Because I O.D cold feet, I'm most def
Forty minute album bitch I spit it all with
no hoe
Bitch yeah
I’m getting my bread
I don’t care bout no bitch
Fuck the feds, I’m just getting head
By a bitch named
Lucy
I’m on my boosie
Been rollin gold Danas since a BG banger
It's a dog eat dog world in the city that I'm claimin
And niggas say we bangin 'cause our colors be
pitty around me
y'all gold digger Begging me acting like broke b*
Inward Let's talking about the inward
I just sympathize for the paper man no paycut
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