Lyrics:
He just yells, "Shut the fuck up, bitch, this Tom guy is serious"
I hoped you would kill it, I'm always a optimist
Thought your response would be
kill it yeah
Thuggin with all of my nigga
You know I’m popping the bottles
I’m doing the things them ballers do
They be calling me hustler
I don’t
kill sumn
I stunt hard I kill sumn
Ain't worried about these fuck boys
You pussy niggas won't kill me
Them bad bitches gon' kill sumn
Cash Field niggas
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
as a slave like the Fourth of July
This a sandstorm created from original thought
I bust boundaries son, you just do what you taught
My vocab is powerful,
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
'm on the Mic I'm feeling like a P.A.C
Double up all my shots the bill on me
Just hop in the Studio, ain't no B.O.B
If we far from our crib it's a BnB
As I raid
god, really need ya)
Just lay down your burdens by the riverside (help me baby, help me sweetheart)
Hah, and you'll be alright, ya'know what I'm sayin?
You only kill once so do it by yourself
If murder's on your mind don't bring no one else
Once you do it once then everything's a breeze
You only kill
Ford (Tom Ford)
Show real love (Real love)
Niggas robbin' these niggas I'd kill for (Kill for)
We stood tough
Means then we ain't switchin', we
press it (brrt)
Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press it
You know we stay vibed out and that is a fact
None of these girls got strings attached
I do what I want, I play by my own rules
I know you see the 350 that's all on my boost
My niggas never lackin' so you know I can't lose
My niggas
Heya Tom, it's Bob, from the office down the hall.
It's good to see you, buddy, how've you been?
Things have been okay for me, except that I
the student kills the teacher
Any last words before I send you to your dream?
Hold my hands and pray
[lyrics in Creole]
You don't got knowledge
kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode where the student kills the teacher
Any last words before I send you to your dream?
Hold my hands and pray
You
the one who made you want to stay?
Please don't bet that you'll ever escape me
Once I get my sights on you
Got a license to kill (to kill)
And you
had the vision
c fool w bars
Plus kill em w the hooks
Like cbdul-Jabar
In that newest car
cll you dudes subpar
cnd yes I made a deal
W
smoking' by the pint
Little shortie, see you at night
Crowd on there feet, while im on the stage
Why they come to me, when they see I made a change
Life is
so loud smell it through the phone
Bob when you gonna write a book for shits sake?
But niggas don't read so I keep making mixtapes
I keep making
gettin' over with ya piss and farty raps
Been smokin' hella enough to bring Bob Marley back
I still kill 'em all but I gotta shake 'em like "where
'm a master baiter
Why you sittin' in the corner masturbating
Sorry momma I'm an addict
Sorry mom I got the ratchet
Sorry I'm about to kill this rap game
Turn
before you shine
And I say, please don't kill my high
Please don't kill my high
And I say, please don't kill my high
Please don't kill my high
They
it's a killin' now
Kill it, split it, know you feel it, pivot, I'ma get it flip it, till I'm ceiling bound
I'ma grind for this paper,
Times on the mind,
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