Lyrics:
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
Hundreds of bodies under my belt like I'm John Wick
If you talking shit, you get popped like a fucking zit
I pull out my TEC and I'ma let that shit fucking
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my
glitter to gold
Don't let these devils play you down or belittle your soul
Just be happy with yourself and it's so simple to grow
Come on
[Chorus:
Fresh out the Pyrex spot, red Chucks on
Red beam on the Glock
So you better get your duck on
Blood in, Blood out
That's how I get my thug on
No smile
a laser)
(Let's get the hell out of here)
Is Mr. George home?
Hello, Mr. George?
This is your conscience, motherfucker
Why don't you leave
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
Papa paparazzi
Dances oh! NO! LEAVE ME! LET ME LONELY!
No! stop following me!
OH! YOU WILL NEVER M aAAH! gets killed
-Angel Down-
I confess I am lost
to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all
My name is Tino, you know
Baby let's
And been brawled
In a big city with a big wall
And some big bawds
"You're a dick!"
Don't forget
With some big balls
I'm a godsend
Prophet and goblin
were crazy, crazy in love like you've never know,
She said baby don't you ever let me go
We were fast car, top down,
George Straight singin' bare
Aye, aye, aye
Reeses Puffs in the 3
That's peanut butter insides
Count the digits and I switch it when a nigga get tired
You might miss me in
and hip hop needs that
Hands in the air if you're out in the crowd
Get into pairs if you came to get down
Don't have a partner? Then, join any roster
You
a little something about the dirt roads
Where we come from
I'm gonna rap a little bit, you feel like singing?"
"Yeah brother"
"Let's go"
Yeah, I'm
GOOD TIMES NOW
(Steve Brown)
You get to work by 6 , there's cars that need a fix
and ya don't know when you'll get home
Got a breakdown sweat
the chevrolet swooped up
Chorus:
Fellas
It's a stick up so lift up
Don't get it confused or mixed up
Come out your pockets or get flipped up
Shake 'em down
Shake
a giant
Animal cannibal science never come down Im flying
Get what you get hustle to survive
Somethings gotta shake cuz I a'int living right
I won't cash
sing
My nigga (I'll let it sing, my nigga)
Dragon tatted on me, step
Up, you'll get flamed, My nigga
(You'll get flamed, my nigga)
Damn, I apply pressure
round here
Get full of white
Florida street don't sleep at night
I done seen it all
And the shit ain't right
Bust your head
Make you pay that price
Peel
the kids killed by ARs in Parkland
Ask George Floyd, Breonna Taylor and Manuel Ellis
Ain’t nobody’s life matter to powers to that be
King stay king, are you
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
You can't get rid of me
Just got back from Rimini
I was in the middle of Italy
Then I went out to the Middle East
Airport staff they're sick of me
Oh
hey
You can do that for my brothers? Hey
Well let me see you motherfuckers
They don't know what we gonna do
And they don't show what we gonna do
Ooh, don't let love get you down
Ooh, don't let love get you down
Let love get you down
Get down, get down
I know that you've been hurt by love
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