Lyrics:
six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
Hold up love
Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs
Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
It's
the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut, so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the Roscoe
too
I still pray every young
Nigga feel that coupe
Cause young niggas feel like me
I feel like you fifty shades of grey
Want to do me like Freddie
I
dirty streets
Oh little drummer boy, won’t you play your beat again
Do you hear what I am hearing
A million different voices grieving
Do you know what I
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
up
Up, up
(Break it up, boy, little boy, I can break it up)
I can break it up
Little boy, I hear you're losing ground on all your needs
And you
Baby girl, what do you want with a boy like me?
You don't waste time with nobodies
On my mama, why you come by me? Yeah
I said, baby girl, daddy's
the lobby, bitch)
Or catch me with the owners, I do what I want, no apology
Just left E11even in a white Ferrari (Skrt, skrt)
Hit unfollow but lil bitch you
fellas do you mind if I join in and play along?
Everybody, yeah
Just a little bit of drum
Ah, Well I think the drummer has found a new groove
And I thought of me and him, of what we were.
I thought of our wedding day.
And I was happy, very simply happy.
Do you hear it?
A modest young
And I thought of me and him, of what we were.
I thought of our wedding day.
And I was happy, very simply happy.
Do you hear it?
A modest young
in general I go on
Cos I gotta lead by example, ashtray full of swans
I check my watch but I know the timings wrong
I'm my own context that's why you
to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do, we know who you are"
the Devil,
Do you understand?
Just what will you give me for your
Titties and beer?
I suppose you noticed this little contract here . . .
Frank: Yer
I'm like Simon so you'd better do what Simon Says
I'm not Christopher Williams, but yo, I'm making promises
My style's treacherous, it's so
what's up, you got change for a dollar?
What's up, man? You don't remember me do you? (Ryan!)
I remember you, I remember you, definitely
I remember you
playing strings
I'm like
What is that? I think I could go higher!
Oh, shit! Why'd you do that?!
I'm starting over i'm starting
Over! That was so
Same
date I state "You know what you do to me"
She starts off, "Well I don't usually"
Then I, whip it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show me what you
what's he gonna do?)
Oh won't you hear me? (So what you gonna take him to? )
I know exactly what you're feelin' (So what you gonna make him do
what's he gonna do?)
Oh won't you hear me? (So what you gonna take him to? )
I know exactly what you're feelin' (So what you gonna make him do
a winter wonderland
Baby come close don't hide
There's a mistletoe above our heads
Mary Do you hear what I hear
That little drummer boy playing Christmas
favor
Wе gon' make 'em wake up and see what it is
(Wakе up, what's up?)
Bitch, I'm a dime, on go 'bout my skin
(I'm goin') cops dressed as killers
You
when I'm starvin (I'm hungry)
You little chunks of punks that I dunks in my coffee
Get off me, I'm not your softie
But you will cough for your breath
inhale
Been in custody before, but never in jail
Baby, I love you like America
Don't talk to me fly
But I promise you if you do, bitch
I'll black ya eye
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