Lyrics:
Body says magic
I need that magic
Olohun lohun ohun hun hun
Lets go Butter
Elo ni Range Rover
Elo ni Bentley
I enter club with Kaftan
My slippers
well
I call the shots, but don't need my hand held
When it comes to makin' records
Who you know that does that better?
The way I connect letters
that?)
The house on the hill, welcome mat of fur
When you pass by that thang, be polite and don't stare
There's no way I could explain (I could
Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
(We both think alike, hell yeah)
If you invite me in I'll come take it off
(We both think alike, uh
Matisse’s "Dance" and
Other modern masterpieces
West drew a crowd packed in
Like sardines the kind
That hold cell phones to hear him proclaim
"I wanna thank
been off the chain
Prolific range, felt by hearts of many, so no, I can't be in vain
Lately I been feeling OD, I need a change
Be careful or be feral,
has no yet died
Bravery and faith are by my side
Long I have waited to reclaim my home
Fight for the hills that I call my own
Many years gone and lost
as a picture, yeah
And it ain't a mansion on a hill
It's perfectly imperfect
It's worth more than it's worth
It's our life, it's our heart, it's our home
Yeah, homie
I thought we, told we been fucking loco
Cypress Hill, D12, bitch
I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact
those hills
that makes a person feel
they're right where they always belonged
nothing could be finer
take me back to Carolina
ill always call her my
you back up
You empty your pockets, I'm pickin' your pack up
You can act stupid if you wanna
Like you don't know what block I'm in front of
I'm out
See me? I keep that semi
And friendly? I can't be friendly
Freckles, them bullet holes look like freckles
You look like Wendy's
House in the hills
fuck that, we still sorry, and the problems from the home front
On my home screen callin' me, I don't wanna answer
My brother, Carl, hit me, said my
you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (music's getting louder)
Hug me baby, I'm a make you
you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (music's getting louder)
Hug me baby, I'm a make you
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
twin got the last laugh today
Anybody front I keep that on me
You had to die homey that's part of the game
I got guns put niggas don't know how to aim
the hills
Momma calls, I pay bills
Momma calls, I pay bills
Yeah
Hoes screaming in Wraiths
Hoes screaming in Wraiths, jump out the whip
Hoes screaming in
a turn
But time heals and you make the call
All I want is this world is a
A mind of my own a place a place to call home
Leave my mark on this hoe so
Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll
tellin' 'em that it's over for em
Damn it's over for 'em they just gotta live with that
I could lose it all, but I'ma always get it back, nigga
(Will Hill
Speedy with another one
It's a motherfuckin' Naif nigga
I grab the keys, I hit the road, I did that by myself
I rolled the C's everywhere I go, I did
out of time
You drove off away while I walked home that night (yeah)
I hope that one day you'll be mine
Just give me a chance and I'll show you what's
Goddamn my son just got hit
Time to bounce out of north click
And come home to the same old bullshit
Call the emergency room then I assume
Prepare
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