Lyrics:
of us dreaming
Look at your fans
How we love you, rubber ball man
Look at your fans
How we love you, rubber ball man
Look at your fans
How we love
of my best friends Derek Mangareu
"see'mon man can I be down can I be down witcha crew?"
He had one by the name of Masters of Control
I wanted to be
with you niggas, I put that on God
He don't got no bands, that nigga a fraud
Margiela coat with a Glock 19 in it
Hit every shot cause the Glock got
Hank let's talk about your daddy tell me how your mama loved that man
Well just break out a bottle hoss I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band
Be right here by our side
If we left for a show in Provo
He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride
Wherever he is I hope he's happy
I have an important thing to share
I testify that there's a God out there
He loves you cuz you are His child
If you pray to Him, He will listen with
Go getter, I be outside
Fuck the weather, I be outside
I keep a couple bands on me
I had to get 'em by my lonely
Go getter, I be outside
Fuck
the first on your block to meet his eye!
Make way! Here he comes!
Ring bells! Bang the drums!
Are you gonna love this guy!
Prince Ali! Fabulous he! Ali
to feel important
Surroundin' your feet in Joan &
David and Charles Jourdan
I keep you dove, but love
You know these hoes be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how
look how I ride
My man is the cream, the cream of the crop
And all that cream gonna rise to the top
Yeah
He been looking right
He been stroking right
gotta shine for that
(Aye for what?)
(Ayo, what do I have to shine for?)
The mulla, the cheese, the Gwuala, the bands
Young kid stuck by demons
Never
niggaz
If you don't hang in the air by the name a swizz beats
Told Mannie fresh he the skateboard P
Clay J-G and Just Blaze taking basically I'm talking
was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees. He saw the old guitar first, held high, then
stacks &
Pop another rubber band!
It ain't hard to understand
How he spend it like that!
Niggas know me, I'm the man &
We gettin' it right back, so we!
We
(ten bands)
Got to keep that strap on me never know how it's gon' turn out (brrt)
Take her to a island, somewhere private, she ain't even heard 'bout
You, I love you so much
I can't deny how much I love you, yeah
Alright, alright, that's enough
Niggas ain't gonna hear that shit
Nigga this is
about the VP
But ya'll could never sit in Kamala's seat
I don't wanna hear what you gotta preach if you
Don't know how to show love when you need to
I
Sippin' on gin, reminiscing all night
Blowin' them bands by the day, baby
I just bought me a new K, baby
Let 'em know I'll spray, baby
Let 'em know I
get?
Probably blinded by the love that's how I fell for you fake
If I hurt you and you love me come and say it to my face
Know my Brodie he's the only
Jagger.
We were fabulous together, I know what your all thinking, did she fuck him?, How was he?
Ah, Mick, Bruce, Lional, I had em all, How were they? I was
really matter to me
It sound like chatter to me
It sound like David broke down the walls of the box, and he just start spazzing to me
Pass it to me, I'll
first grah gang TNB man)
Blinded by love bitches do you the worst
Like I ain't that shit would hurt
This love shit ain't a game it's a curse
And my heart?
Road Runna
Yeah
I can tell by how you walk that you ain't got no gun
You don't wanna war wit us, my youngins shoot for fun
Pocket full of bands
Baby sorry about your man yo
How you call him boo but spend his time with his friends though
He don't buy you nothing buy you nothing
I'm just saying
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