Lyrics:
non-fictional
Deliver the bomb shit, straight irresistible
Without a pistol, I'll make you put your hands up
So everybody in the place put your hands up
mister whittendale your girl Chippendale
Shallah bridge all up in ya dog dial trench
When I snatched that shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back
Marvin Gaye
By noventa seis I was living
In a city adjacent to a couple of places
Leave you black and blue if you be wearing red
Have you spilling red if
into this version of my life? Am I dying?
Where were you in '22?
Go get your alibi, son
Make it a good lie
Where were you in '22?
Where were you in '22?
Yeah
Raise your hands
You got me feeling a certain kind of way
You got me afraid that it all will fade away
You'll stay by my side until we're old
this shit on any luck (No luck)
Go faster with your life this a wake up call, hello
I'm in the ufo
Thought I was going to say my abyss I know
I am still
hands up and sing along
All the angled shadows hit me wrong
I move out; pump my head to the beat
You lie in your seat
Video te non sic es non
Video te
rainbow
Your choices bad enough on their own
But now you double the load by bringing bluffing along
You so fucked up in the dome, well now you suffer alone
But lift it bright
Up the the sky
It's gonna help to stay alive
It's gonna make your mama smile
It's gonna make your mama shine
You know
I know you
the first time I'mma get my hands on her thoughts
She'll be gone in the morn
And now
This girl seem a hella lot like a scam
She keep pullin' on the pockets
Have some ups, followed by some downs
Followed by another year that you don't make a sound
It's taking all your patience to keep the faith in your
we're all gonna die
You in the back there, you're gonna die
Throw your hands up in the
Front ‘cause you're gonna die
Everybody outside walking by's gonna
make sure you get em
If they hurt you Iu0027m hurting them too
No I wonu0027t let them put hands on you non non
I donu0027t play when it comes to you my
like Batista
PTSD 'cause my son writes my features
I'm kidding, settle down, but up the bidding
I'm wig splitting, I'll chop your head quicker than
niggas get they hat brought to them, you don't communicate
Well hands and the gat talk to you, what's the convo?
Don't think fast, you end up getting
actually a couple years
Nigga ain't have skills
I was drowning nigga ain't gills
You can hear it through your ears
When I start peeling up the wheels
When I
Yea)
I got hustle when I pull up on the block (On the block)
I got hustle
I be hustling non stop (Wooh Wooh)
I got hustle
You can see it in my face (In
look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away lying by my side
Things ain't always what they seem
Or cracked up
Corleone's back
You better wise up
Keep your smile up
Keep your eyes up
Ready to ride or what
When you rise up
Real nigga fire it up
Get your supplies up uh
Booty Bounce
Let me get comfy
Make your choice like who you
Choose
Exotic dream got her feeling Jumpy
By Midnight She in the mood
She cant hold it up
still get in your eyes
The feelings I get still surprise
You fill my gut with butterflies
Our sights are set up in the skies
There's some things that
and withes and shit
I'd eat a watermelon and shoot your crew up with the pips
My syllabus is definitely hands on
Mareko beats nuts you cats just jack off
mister whittendale your girl Chippendale
Shallah bridge all up in ya dog dial trench
When I snatched that shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back
bastard get your faith restored
You're viewing your version of the lord God
MC little nigga, applaud, or forever burn in the fire that I spit at y'all
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