Lyrics:
ever could be
Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows
The beat starts gettin' into your toes
You start poppin' your fingers and stompin'
watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit' gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch? We kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
turned to jelly
Accidentally nailed my index finger to the wall
Cut off half my toes and soaked my foot in alcohol
Well I've had my pelvis ruptured by
the ranks of the machine
Blast me on Elm Street
I five-finger shank you in your dream
Cunnin folk, never broke
Float above the RedRum Hudson
Centuries
freshener
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
The ghosts are steppin' in to roast your set again
I dosed your medicine, now I'm winnin' by default
Split you
If lokez get paro
Get bined in your marrow
My gun push a fool back (full-back)
I feel like dalot done it on the mains all raggo
Your spilling out
Okay Jo
Jo, you're drunk
Okay, you're drunk
Gimmie your keys
Yeah
Free my mind, homicide, multiply (ply by 3)
Touch The Sky, where I'm going, you
rule the world and take cities, I dreamed of this, son
Happy we made it past the Jakes, fakes and fiends in the slum
(Word)
(How you livin' on your
your hair its not days that go by
While I'm witch you that I won't even care
[Chorus: x 2]
You been with young dudes old guys
hindus papas
cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, sexcapade, push your new court dates
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
The branches in my weed
cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, sexcapade, push your new court dates
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
The branches in my weed
intestines
Bones from severed fingers facilitate this haphazard self-dissection
Clutch at grume inside your bowels with half-eaten grubby stumps
Pulling out
wit'
Cause this is too explicit
For your bitch clique
Gray race coupe, being chased by state troops
Four blockin' and escape routes
Firm grip knowing
wit'
Cause this is too explicit
For your bitch clique
Gray race coupe, being chased by state troops
Four blockin' and escape routes
Firm grip knowing
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
Tommy Hil' rockin' ice niggas
Tommy Hil' rockin' niggas who fuck-
Mira, aprende
Take a one on one to this shit, y'all (yeah)
Get your nostrils
Tommy Hil' rockin' ice niggas
Tommy Hil' rockin' niggas who fuck-
Mira, aprende
Take a one on one to this shit, y'all (yeah)
Get your nostrils
tasteful and dope like art done by Owen
Acab fasho yall
Believe in it
These pigs gon kill yo brothers n sisters American dream is it?
Ponder that last line
Face the serpent, I blaze your person, you get laced for certain
Leavin' Jakes no trace to work from, close the case like curtains
I'm hurtin' heads
what's your name
Said "I go by the name of Lois Lane"
And you could be my boyfriend you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman
I said
as Dino (Flintstone)
Shootin' dice with my ninety-five year old grandma at the casino (ball)
Countin' a half a ticket by hand, wit' my Mexican homeboy
the softest part of my belly
Without a word spoken
There amidst the trees
Just the pine air and your fingers on my ribs
And like a piano teacher
I'd guide
Stop stop in your glory
Don’t go don’t snap my heart in half
You wanna own it?
Your request, my pleasure
Hold it
I will drive you crazy
Every
Stop stop in your glory
Don’t go don’t snap my heart in half
You wanna own it?
Your request, my pleasure
Hold it
I will drive you crazy
Every
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