Lyrics:
your family and friends and let's lead to the way
(One) vote ahead be an early bird
(Two) by mail be preferred
(Three) or at the polls on November 3
gye nu by force
Grrr
And thats on god
Cause boys make wild for street
We do this so mama go fit eat
S3 w3ni BA y3 sikas3M mu ah, joe boy you never go
Never had to fit in no lane
Never wore Beats By Dre headphones to get a video made, uh
Bunnyhop validated, pedaling
Hitting wheelies like Chris
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
34, 34
2 birds, 2 sides of the swingman
3rd time, fuck a charm, this a ring band
Right here when they ask
"Where the king at?"
Chain on a thrift
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
Draw in colour pen
Then a game of make pretend
Have you got a pet?
Mum won't let me yet
She says maybe when I'm ten
Tomorrow at three
See you by the tree
feeling the right guy
Them boys them for stand by
Small time money go come, I go spread you 3h
Every day you go stay fly
Nor nor I tell no lie yo nyanduu is
racist
Settin' us up for failure
Made us rebellious
Judge slammin' that hammer and nailed us
We was sheltered by Section 8
'Member nights when niggas
eyes, said his stomach hurt
I wonder why
Mr. November heartbeat so cold, I stay by the fire
Why your dog in your shirt, huh?
If you hear birds and they
I can't wait, not a minute
And I pray to the Lord for better days
I'm flexin' hard like a heavyweight
Spent some racks and I bust down the bezel
the ghetto bird"
Now
My homey's here to lick on a trick for a Rolex
And let me try the four next
Now the four I was driving was hotter than july
on me right now
Hustle like I never worked a day in my life
If you think you got it you should say it out loud
Way way outa bounds
You waiting up now for
Holy Grail
Where do the lonely kids go when the bell rings
Negotiating for my soul I’m seeing he’ll rings
Hate killin Niggas like the Cancer
My mom
One, two, three...
BILLY the Mountain
BILLY the Mountain
A regular picturesque
Postcardy mountain
Residing between lovely
Rosamond and Gorman
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
worthy or not, God loves us all
Even a little bird that couldn't fly
Why is life given and taken away
Too soon for some to tell
And others live for many
Shootin' dice, I done hit for ten thousand
I was in a gamblin' house
For three days straight
My mans came to look for me
Make sure I'm safe
I laughed so hard
day in three weeks
Forty pound in my card
And I'm dumb, no insurance
On this phone that you want
Both in a bad place
See escape in different ways
Seen
you ready for I?
Assed out, mashed out bitch, get ready to die
It's wild how we fall up
In pubs and night clubs
Ladies show love by giving
Back rubs in
no pop
Yeah I'm white as hell but I ain't fucking with no damn cops
Poured a four of this wocky got me feeling silly
Popping wheelies while in Philly
Mystery night we stole eggs from the corner store
Everybody hadda turn wit the corner
Hoe
(Don’t lie)
When shaddy died,
The hood cried for years, Still
Alhamdulilah ..
By favour and grace yaro masore
Masore yi 3kom nkoaa ohia abo ne ho mmoden 3si me hene
S3 y3 wo wo to amena mu a wo se de3
wheelies front of Willyburgers
Candy apple M3's, slidin' out gently
Rollin up in Bentleys, Tyson was the champ then
Right after the Rooftop, years before
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