Lyrics:
come first due
Oh you curse you
Lost your virtues
It's getting worse too
John got run down but he died of covid
Jim got shot dead but he died of covid
Disgusted by our love and would not pretend
So what's a love that you won't defend
But a penny in your pocket that you cannot spend
Racism
You know that thing
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
on display in your wife B
frist things first
lets get it right be
i didn't even know you had like me
clear my throat try it in the right key
by now you know
Swallowing a swallow
Tasting it again, it's not so unpleasant
Perhaps it's an acquired taste
The first time, it makes you sick
Then, bit by bit, it
through
And if you were lost in the woods, I would not come find you
Baby, you, you ought to know by now
That I've been loving you
Since I first learned
but i can tell She got a man
And she wanna fly first class, Lauderdale to Amsterdam
The question i wrote in a bottle
Still hasn't gotten an answer
wave we are, first ruddy wave; that’s tore it.”
”Ah well,” says Jimmy, – an’ ’e’s seen some scrappin’ -
”There ain’t more nor five things as can ’appen:
I'm all made up
By the things that I feel.
Too many words
Can turn your heart into steel.
I'm turning to the window,
Full of memories.
I'm turning
the
Full story so they can talk shit
Me and Jim are the first ones to say that we
Learned so much from working with
Paul that we've been
Able to take his, I
Uh Uh Uh,
Got me like
And when I think about you
That's the first thing that come to my mind
I'm like
Baby you can get it all
You can get
I hope I see him first
Then I hope I see him first
We've broken laws but never rules
There's a code we've grown by live by to
Silly thing cos at it
That's just not what I'm about
We were born, right away we're dying now
Wanna make rap, s'what I'm trying now
First of the First
But we make it work
I
on the
Why you hating on the low?
When I was seventeen I had to get my first job
In the back of Panera Bread fitted cap up on the top
I met a bad little thing
snatched
Niggas falling in line - I just skate past
Niggas fake - like Jim Carey - they wearing masks
Ain't no coming in second you first or last
Verse1:
tragic, yeen fuckin' with it
Now come on down to the magic city
And they say it's real tragic, yeen fuckin' with it
First off nigga, I'ma start by sayin'
first time I held a gun, told bro I wanted blood
I ain't even use it, was still putting hands on a nigga i had left a nigga face in the mud
I love bro
Call it bad boy malachi
Ride but hell if I
Know my way around
Still get hella done
Bomb shit hella fun
First up get a run
Next up get her done
Mills get
my pen tell it then I done killed many men
Moved more bricks than the bad wolf and the third pig
Took swigs of lean by the gallon
Holdin’ Styrofoam
the season santa claus with the big sack
Life is but a dream
Things aint always what it seems
I'm in the dark I'm trying to see the light
I'm like
one I just lie and say you ain't the bitch you was
Getting money so the things that I say you won't understand but if you rich you could
No Khalifa but
on my window
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
on my window
So you see a n**** shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
is marble
Parked it right on 125 by the Apollo
Smokin' EastCo, Heatrow way we landed
The whole flight I played Janet (whole flight)
Pleasure
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