Lyrics:
to the C.R.E.A.M.
Live by it ride it
But I don’t want you to die bout it
If you run up we gotta fight bout it
Hold up you know my team solid
Can’t fuck with the cops
the finish
Baby, I'ma work you out
Show you that a young nigga really do this, uh
That's the type of girl I'm fucking with
That's the type of girl I hold
Suppression
Produced by: Kevin Shin, Moodin’
Lyrics by: Kevin Shin
Composed by: Kevin Shin
Arranged by: Moodin’
Recorded by: Tim Jiang @ Studio 21A
except times been flyin' by
Little old Kevin just turned twenty-one
But the same old trouble's been wrapped behind
So preoccupied with grind and hustle
up a time to meet how's Friday okay
These are ordinary conversations I have my life
You'd think I'm crazy by the way these people come up to me
up, terry's IG famous now
Joby holds the highest bar that i can't seem to reach with sound
The prince got my back and he brings me down to real life
up, you should see the queue yeye
This is the part, DJ Jimmy Jatt should hit the cue hold on
Life is a journey, I don chop my transport
Na only Benin
And why did my dog go to Heaven?
Hold up, I got this hoodie on like Kenny
And niggas be funny like Kevin
Look at your son mom he's trending
I'm going up
are straight
negitive birth by rate
only a matter of time before you start to mate
why last ten commercial all the couples mix raced
you think im
I want my friends to have millions
We only get it by risking
I want my friends to have millions
We only get it by risking
I take the risk you call
I got dem racks ina choke hold
Racks ina choke hold racks ina choke hold racks ina choke hold
I just sent a cash app now she got white toes
Pullin up
You too broke for me, nigga, ha ha ha
Playback, ya ya ya
Bongo by the way
Got the blunt rolled for me when I get out the booth
Last summer, was
Back against the wall, what do you hold onto? (Yung Lan on the track)
I know it's something that we all go through
Just aim for yours
When it
decease well then, please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me
God bless you workin' on a plan to heaven
Follow the Lord all
it when she passes them by
She's a modern girl. Holds her head up high
Her work ain't finished at a quarter to five
She's gotta catch the post
I Can Feel the Heat from Here
Written by Terry Rudnick © 2021 Terry Rudenick
The look that you give me from across the room
Ignites a passion
off a bitch, no that ain't my nigga
Terry Terry, making merry, that's my nigga
Life of Halle Berry, first real girl, nigga
Vicky and Faith Huini, those
Marquizzzy dark as hell for heaven's sake that's all you talk about
I'm better by light years I don't get what the fuss about
Steady going in
the reason
Back home you’re a star
Dancing with your sisters and drinking at the bar
Diana in her black jeans, Terry in a dress
You’re hold up east
about my choices
About my ladder and hoist, it’s
Waiting for me at a distance
Your voice is fading the last instance
I’m trying to hold on. If only for
fitting like a glove
I had a crush on you since Real Love
Hold your horses, I'ma show you who the boss of intercourse is
Sex, I'm taking no losses
Even
Stanley by God Terry knew exactly how it felt
To play a George Jones song in a white leather belt
With matching shoes, polyester blues
At the Pine
decease well then, please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me
God bless you workin' on a plan to heaven
Follow the Lord all
seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin'
'Long the side of me
I'm mean 'n I'm bad, why'know I ain't no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by
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