Lyrics:
And an authentic northern sheller
Everybody knows I’ve got bars by acre
Spit till am breathing like darth Vader
I am ya father
One with the force on point like laser
This K - came from Russia
Bullets be flyin' -
I popped a Perc but this perc got me dying
We spot a Opp - This nigga start Crying
Without His Stick - I
initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move
stack better nigga double that
Jerry Jones money nigga you a running back
Herschel Walker, Bo Jack, Ricky Waters
Better run that dope back
Boss, and I put
built
Fuck with us you'll be the
Deadest hoes ever killed
Live from the corner, direct from the hood
Via satellite bitch
We the Kingz grippin 'wood
GETTING THE P’s BY THE BOAT LOAD
(BOAT LOAD)
SURROUNDED BY GREEN LIKE A GOLF BALL
(GOLF BALL)
MOTIVATED BY THE LOST SOULS
(LOST SOULS)
MY JACK LBJ IT GET
BY THE LOST SOULS
(LOST SOULS)
MY JACK LBJ IT GET ALL CALLS
(ALL CALLS)
BACK TO THE CRIB SHE ON ALL FOH
BACK TO THE CRIB SHE ON ALLLL FOH
BACK
discover
A mighty love
Will sometimes makes you weep and moan
A mighty love
You sit all day by the telephone
'Cause you're all alone
You need
fabrics
You could pick you leather
Stef Curry I shoot
Mike Jack with the moves
Criminal so smooth
Push-button in the coupe
Army that's my blooda
Red flags
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
dinners with some killers I dare you to try me
Used to walk right by me now she wanna ride shotty yeah
Girl you gotta trust me then love me
I rather you
dropping us out of fashions
We breathe with anger, panic and stress
We love and feel and sympathise less
We’re pushed by others
And cornered by ours
win a Moon Man
You know the end is too soon, man
Eating jelly with a spoon, man
And here I change my tune, man
Knee deep in brackish water
From
win a Moon Man
You know the end is too soon, man
Eating jelly with a spoon, man
And here I change my tune, man
Knee deep in brackish water
From
guys
On the squad
Like Rick Fox
Ron Harper
Robert Horry
B Shaw
Ten times a champ
I'm Sam Jones
With the bank shot
Back when I was 21
I would get drunk
come with a price tag, when I step on ya block ima light it up, man a nigga been feeling like mike Jack, ya baby girl wanna ride with us, I be right
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
motherfucker getting fly
Purple lean, purple weed, got that shit
Nigga what you need? Me and Theo had a trio
With these bitches from Belize
Good lookin', so
some bad cards
Became a thug with no love cause life's hard
Who do you trust?
My ghetto ties got me trippin'
And life's a bitch
They can't stand
In a blanket of hugs surrounded by the power of love radiating smiles bright as the sun
Whether a son or daughter they'll be blessed by the alter with
no part time lover)
I gotta jones creeping in my bones
And it won't erupt with just a phone call
From the telephone
You won't amuse me in being
like I'm on e!
Or a double stack, better nigga, double that.
Jerry jones money nigga, you a runnin' back.
Hershall walker, bo jack, ricky waters,
discover
A mighty love
Will sometimes makes you weep and moan
A mighty love
You sit all day by the telephone
'Cause you're all alone
You need
finally free
No longer torn in two
Living my own life by learning from you
We'll meet again my friend someday soon
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