Lyrics:
still do damage
My new shooter got a stutter
But he finna w-w-wet his ass up like a salmon
I got the bands, nigga, you countin' pennies
I'm gettin'
Hopping on a plane got a one way ticket to these fucking bands
I never thought that I would stand a chance
It's funny how they switch up on you when
I’m still feeling like that
I know your nigga is a rat
How he doin’ twenty-five and he
Comin' home so fast? (So fast)
He hit Perky dance move
Jumps
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 Bluffin
Knew from the jump
That he a stupid man
Yea I need some money
I need stupid bands
Yea that boy all in love
Call em cupid man
Yea one shot
of 30
that plays with a child that is not their own is a paedophile.
Some people are just nice.
Thou shalt not read NME.
Thou shalt not stop liking a band
Spain
She gone fall in love, I hit, I'm out, I'm David Blaine
Remember I was trapping serving fiends off Motorola's
Now I count up fifties in my hands
doesn't proceed to walk
To go talk to the man shot by a gun
As he arrived he saw a young boy at the age of seventeen
No way to leave him there he's just
tomorrow
How could I be afraid, I'm loved by the God of Miracles
Can you see what He is doing
God's hand is on the move
This healing in his presence
That's
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
well
Ah - but all the love
In the world was not enough
So I couldn't
I wouldn't
I daren't say no
David - how you made me feel
Every crack in every
No my plug ain't no musician, but he play with keys (He play wit keys)
I come from the trenches how you hate on me? (Me, yeah)
Ion' want that Civic
funny how the hoes come step
When you glow up and chasing them big bands
But uh if you really want some
Just know imma work for this cum
Aint no tapping
Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way
dy-na-might before it blows
Who needs a band when the beat just goes boom!
He's Grandmaster, he cuts faster
We're the Furious, serious, and ever so
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple
By the butt of the Magazine Wall
the first on your block to meet his eye!
Make way!
Here he comes!
Ring bells! Bang the drums!
Oh! You gonna love this guy!
Prince Ali! Fabulous he!
Ali
right he opened up my eyes
Help me see a better life yeah
He made come alive cuz I was dead inside
I was blind to the
Devils in duguise
In love wit da
is not David
He is not David but he do not gotta be
I'm like Vin Diesel I ride for my family
My God protect me like I'm in a canopy
How was I made? It
individual
It's like they love you then they hate you
And they throw you in that prison
Ion going down alone he coming with me if we flipping
Get your bread by
gangsta, I'ma be a man
I'ma standin' on all ten
Respect what I'ma die for
Killin' niggas by my kids
But I swear to God, I ain't beefin' with no nigga if he
shit
Yeah
Fuck it man I'm gettin bands in this bitch
Y'all be on that broke boy If I'm a mad shit
Yeah
By God I don't hit that shit
But I might win some
hands and he see
Weight of the bands in your grands and she see
Always close cap make it up with cc's
Get a new bliss every-time my deity
Slick gotta back
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