Lyrics:
like bird control
Smoking on this Alps I hold
Listen to the style I fold
Calling up Yosh for that work
You can't blame me for a jerk
Hunting for
it is
Don't hold the past, nah it is such a trick
I ain't goin' back, still got more to live
Man I just wanna give wanna give
Yeah, I really wanna
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
Got my ass on daddy’s knee
Hold up honey, where my kisses at?
Lollipop, fairy floss,
You can’t burst our bubble pop
Cause we’re pretty, happy
by the pimp lao
Don't let 'em live in my house
Let 'em whip in my car
I couldn't ball what tricks say
I'm sippin you drinkin' cheap ass Alize
You
chain on
I don't care what they say
I put that ring on
Check out how these chicks be matchin' outfits made by VLONE
This ain't no cheap love, these
Youngin' but cant judge me by my age
When I was out here trappin'
I was tryin' to dodge the cage
Money had me hungry
And the hood done gave me rage
boss's
Only fam no buddy's cant take no loss's only fam no buddy's
Can't take no loss's
Don't break the code what i live by
In the streets wit it its
temple
Lay on the wall and watch all y'all
You can't injure a ninja who crept and took fall
Surrounded by crime cats, time for tap jaws
Leave red
to pull shit
Live dad, everything is everything
I got a lotta shit to do I can't afford to catch a charge
I'm a product of the streets, and I couldn't
Star Trak Riders yeah (whoo Come on!)
I don't take 'em out to eat
I ain't here to trick or treat
I ain't trying to fix your weave
I ain't heard
Star Trak Riders yeah (whoo Come on!)
I don't take 'em out to eat
I ain't here to trick or treat
I ain't trying to fix your weave
I ain't heard
hold in the 1950’s when we were already entranced by baseball, bikinis and the boob tube. We invented manned flight, atom bombs, and duct tape before we
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
your mouth when you talkin'
Johnny how these niggas start walkin'
Right now I live by 2 rules
1 get the bag
2 never forget rule number one
I'm pulling
Scarred me, jarred me, can’t un-see what saw me
Is that what they mean by the devil?
Something that keeps me awake and unlevel?
I don’t think I’ve been
denim
I overdose
It get's cold
But my ice is melting
I wanna close every show
Every night the same dream
Im in the veil
I can’t hold still until
I get
feel regret by me
Longer that I live I start to see
Being a leader ain’t never been cheap
Pressure of a king might cost you sleep
War with the world
Walk a fine line, spit a guideline, trick a weird cheery to his own with a pom pom
Put you in your place, due to a plot, punch you in your face, usual
be bad fam you're a Miskeen
Chasing my dreams, a trick up sleeve
I get it for cheap, I sell it for high
I got a routine, I aim for the sky
I got
tuition is mad steep
So he can't sleep everything he gets is mad cheap
Good morning, Usnavi!
¡Pan caliente, café con leche!
Put twenty dollars
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
with the live quiz
Trembling lips, ao tsebe niks just coward tricks
Hidden behind the internet thinking it's an eclipse
You get quick fix from pulling
I wanna go
I wanna be a part of something I don't know
And if you try to hold me back I might explode
Baby, by now you should know
I can't be
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