Lyrics:
how you tisk tisk tisk
Right out thin air then it get dismissed
Never thought you was the type, right
Better by yourself always wanna talk bout you
like six feet
Now I'm reminiscing bout how you kissed me.
(Ohh)
I wouldn't tell you no lie
Sometimes I wanted to die
But I'm not strong enough to commit
know how we do it haHaHaHa
Shit half the times we
Fought and caused trouble
My closest road dog
It was cool 'cause I love you
Fuck what they talkin'
Khalessi
She can talk to fire
But she ran out of desire
I said you were the one and only
I never been a lier
I feel like Puerto Rican Luigi
Mario got his
I’M LEAVING Lyrics by Sara Bernicchia, Music by Mario Maneri
GIVE ME A GOLDEN PEN AND LET ME DROP A LINE TO MY MOTHER
NO MATTER HOW NEAR
at you bitches like comedy show
Hit the block like im Mario
Get the money the I'm on a roll
These niggas passing like honor roll
Drippin down in the Deuxv
the bag
I'm Popeye armed popping his meal, my arm stronger than Neil
I'll represent Clarke Kent and play the part by the wheel
Sharpen skill before you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm back
TPM, TPM
Thought provoking music, if you didn't know
I go by the name, Moodie B Trublz
Check me out, look
A line is 2 D
I know that you feeling me, but am I feeling you too (woah)
Not a love song by the way
Put the stressing behind
A really bad bitch, call that hoe so
seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chick with a real white accent
Pretty girl in the ghetto, go figure
them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet
How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got
Had
effort gets ruined by my past and it's leaving me unsettled
Never was taught how to love
But when you were with me swear I felt like I knew it all
You
on the past cause of how I'm living
Yeah Im just living, yeah I'm just living
Yeah yeah
Oh no
Oh my, I don't know what's going on
Oh no
Oh nooo
You throw lots
to the Hardest Out
Slash the first to ride, you ain't never heard of fly
Take it how you want it, nigga my Gs is certified
Hell Rell:
I slow-flowed y'all to death
ain't worth it
I got played now I play murda
I been on my shit
Tryna figure where I'm at
Drownin in the bottle cuz you left me with a gap
How you made me
bomb it
I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the wu-tang sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?
that insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA!
take is one to tha' head, bahdi-by-by, you rest
Solja-Rees and 'Bauds, that is how I'm dressed
I represent to tha fullest, nigga, in a Rolex
Roamin'
like me (uh)
But the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
'Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga, like how you figure?
Getting figures
like me (uh)
But the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
'Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga, like how you figure?
Getting figures
to keep up
I leveled up
Mario
Lets see how fast you grow
Maybe you can get a ticket to my magic show
I'm the Tiger
Get crazy like Michael Myers
I'm
up, get the door and roll
Eternity flies by and before we know
We at the end of the road
Or the beginning of a new terrain
Depends if you're optimistic
a smiley face
A couple heart eyes
Have you in my bed in lingerie
A lot of Hennessey hookah smoke that’s how we play
Feeling like I’m Trey
The neighbors know
heart, you was shit from the start
You on the curb while I'm pushing to start
I'm switching lanes in that Mario Kart and I don't even know how to park,
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