Lyrics:
House on the hill
(House on the hill),
Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
Nigga, how you feel?
(Nigga, how you feel?)
I feel so trill
if they see me chokin'
It's cause I'm chokin' you he choke a lot
His mom choke on cock, she be chokin' too
How broke is you?
Your house in Miami should
me how I'm happy
Fake it till you make it is what I'll say
Someone come and save me
Think I'm starting to go down hill
Crying by myself
I think it's
hills
Wild West Virginia, rollin' hills
Wild West Virginia
Get to sittin' by the Ohio river in the cold winter
When a snowflake falls on your face you
cries Hallelujah
Oh my God how can it be
How great is your love for me
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
cnd were the skies of parchment made;
Were ev'ry
Jesse got married, had a wife and a son
Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late
But how
Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late
But how is Jim Younger, did you hear his fate?
He
the time
Easy to find, out the way things are
But how it's supposed to be is to far
For your mind to grasp so you follow the mass
Playin' the role
Let's get it
See I love getting paid for my lyrical skills
Book a flight from Detroit out to Beverly Hills
Let's get it
Water
The temperature is fine in
the hunter
Another footstep away from you, lost in long-distance storms
My long view's blurry by slow streaming cast and tones
The hunter is coming
My
pockets go
They still get they fill
Fingers scrape the bottom
It don't matter how deep yo' soul is
They sho' is blinded by the light! (Crazy)
Bob your head
listening to me? (ooooo ooohhh)
What I told you (what i told you),
Our conversation is meant to be (ohh ohh, ohh ohh),
You want to experience,
How do I let
MIA, she like come back baby please
Played your music in the whip today and boy I ain't know you preein' that deep
And it's the voice for me
Trap your packet, take the money and jet
N****z posted, but you posing no threat
Punk, you p**** like the opposite sex
Front, see how many shots you
of command is effective immediately, the cause and effect
It calls for your death
Black suburbans at night with no lights ram you off Hollywood Hills
won't-break
know the stakes
This is cake
Yall too late
Know your place
Can't handle buckle under weight
I'm feelin' great
Ya girl love me
I Get the face
She
me flowin' with the glory
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
One gallon of whylin', Park Hill
Juice in a civic
Imma tell you what is up (What's up? What's up!)
Should've brought a cup (A cup!)
Cause you poured out your heart prolly could have
dreams came true this time
INSTRUMENTAL
CHORUS
You took me by surprise
I see look in your eyes
The way you make me feel
And how I love you still
Now
hills, upon which I first entered the chambers of your womanhood
As I watch the sleepy sun lay its bed beyond the horizons to sleep
And as I sip this palm
still abandon spots
Sippin henny in the Bentley
Playing crash and cop
By the dollar daddy up my stash is stocked
Got him gaspin' steady asking
When
salty tides
You're by my as my, ice cream melts on my
I wanna take a dive into your brown eyes (brown eyes)
Brown eyes is how I like
But I what I like,
wide.
I'm bout to dive in it.
I love the way that you be riding it.
That's my baby.
Now take a deep breath. Girl close your eyes.
Lay your body back. Legs
started
Worried that I doomed, faint not worried how I'm regarded
Other part famished, the hunger is undeniable
If I breach the surface, the kid's might see
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