Lyrics:
five a.m., but we didnt give a fuck, we were young back then
3 weeks went by, of titty sucking and making out
She had the most prettiest tits, without
You jumped in that 4-door Blazer, quick I couldn't get a good hit
Shit! - I was aimin for the melon!
But the kick of my three-pound auto there's no
come, you know they come without the flow
Soon we have a single, they're the quickest out the door
The wickedest man, the wickedest man in dance hall,
you down, be ready to strike
Howling at the moon like we own this night
One little, two little, three little, four
The wolves are around and we're
Stay off his dick!
Nigga, some don't think I can flow, so here we go
To a new track, to show the wack, that I can throw
Styles that show up, I blow
J-STILL
Headed south without a doubt
Three Forty Seven gon burnem' out
My tires are screaming the road is hot you already know we in a drought
Maricopa
mean to keep track of the score
You said you loved me most
I knew it couldn't be true
But of course, expectations rose
Just to be let down again
think everyone saw (they did)
Still alone in this room (I'm all alone)
We're down a goon (down)
There was three people here (three)
There was four that's
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
patients out there waitin', the line is out the door,
(Got my patients out, dooooooor)
Here's a dose of, what you folks have been out there lookin' for...
telly at the same time
Spread it out on different floors
And I'm gon' play lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what
You
no pants and you'll be shocked
This will be the night of your life
Your party's crashed by the punk rock guys
We're sorry
Without us your night is
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
down from on Mars,
I can not cry for you when I'm always broken,
We do not provide violence here,
Yap a lot you meet silence here,
Mollydooker got
Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun, dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under
Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't
Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun, dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under
Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in
Open the door, Richard
Richard, why don't you open that door
I met old zeke standing
got some Hitta's by my side always down for a ride
That's three sixty five I could hit you with the Three piece
Yeah, You don't wanna repeat
Cuz I've
industry, like collections of 3,000
Doors closing, antique typewriters, underwater recordings using exotic microphones, ambiances
Of binaural audio snapshots
morph it
That's the day you'll know my shit is wack 'cause I forced it
Dropped a track and some energy drink endorsed it
I'ma always be the same person
'll soon agree
That I've got no flaws 'cause I'm down by law when it comes to rockin' viciously, you see
'Cause when I was a little baby boy, my mama gave
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah,
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