Lyrics:
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
to hush, then I rush, like Manchus
Who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy jewels
I live by name and cut veins
Burning bodies into flames
smile
Don't frown
Got food
We eat
I Wake up bake up
Then repeat
I write raps
And i murder these beats
I stick to the script
I slow my roll
Ace
Lay down
cause i'm the realest nigga to be known
Speaking of rhythm wasn't mentioned but put me on a song
Sounding different I peep the vision and I can hear
got the freedom) (Rev 1:5),
cause you've been saved by the blood of the Son (Wooe!) (Heb 9:12 & Col 1:20).
You've got the freedom from what you've done,
Now if you're gonna cruise be sure that you'll choose Habana
Where the waters are green by that old Caribbean sea
And if you stay awhile you'll
flows don't step on my toes step on my toes I got rhythm and flows embedded in my genes we living in a metaverse true that ah find God we living in
daddy don't care
Got these b*tches goin crazy like they babies on the roof
I hit em with rhythms ridiculous riddles
You bit em I skip to the next like my
true at all
Got caught up in the rhythm
That's all there was to it
I'm really not the one to blame
The music made me do it
We may have raised some
broke your heart and got you on your knees
But me I know how to treat a bitch
Fuck all that nice ass sweetheart shit
Suck my dick now that's foreplay
main
Bitch they mad they got played
The difference between us is I'll say they names
Berlin and Ari how y'all best friends but got played the same day
I see but I'm punishing myself
There's a rhythm in the beat that lets me know that I'll excel
I got balls I'm in it
Before I finish
All I'll get is
franklyns could make Aretha yell
Where my life gone go next man who know's
I planned this...all my cars designed by Bruno
Pat myself on the back like Koodos
Looked at me and said "damn this nigga need god"
Bored, apart in the streets he got beat
The meat, a disinfranchised he left wheat
Me, these images I
boy, oh boy
Me and yo' baby brother we keeps the rhythm
You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya
Picture the day when I get my
lemme call my bitch
She said I should start charging for pics
Got fans out in Tokyo and Berlin
I get a lot of head like Anne Boleyn
I heard they wanna
Show me that rhythm
Show me body talk
Got no inhibitions
No reserve at all
She's electric
She just seems to feel it
She got soul affection in
Bare with me the first 8 as I shake off the rust haven't
Wrote a rhythm in eleven months got rush back
Melodies of 2012 homie Zack on the keys
Well, the rain is falling down outside my windowpane
I'm cozied up, sippin' coffee, feeling so good
Got my favorite old record playing a sweet melody
to ride
Jungle Brothers' in the house and we're by your side
I know you know how we do that there
Move your body to the side
Put your hands in the air
in
Know if I got it I got you to
I can't eat by myself, gotta feed the crew
Trust if I say I got you, I got you fool
Comin straight out the Top I enjoy
LOUD!
And yup I got the neighbors losing sleep
From the way I crank it up and let it beat
Yeah
Turn it up like
(Boom boom boom boom)
Let it beat
the drip cause' you hot
Got you dressing for a wedding but I like you better sweating in those sweatpants
Want me to stop? No sweat no chance
Make me want
(Verse 1 - DEADCRW)
Man, what the fuck is going on?
I'm hanging off a cliff by a thread and barely holding on
I'm holding on to this bong in hopes
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